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Just One More

Every night before bed Henry and I play this kissing game. Josh does bedtime since I’m often working late so I really cherish the nights when I’m home for the fun.
 
Josh scoops Hen up and says “say goodnight to mama” and we kiss and they start toward the stairs, then they stop and run back for “just one more goodnight kiss” and we have 5 or 6 “just one more” kisses before it’s really and truly bedtime. Hen laughs, dada and mama laugh; and at the end of any day, good day, bad day, completely rotten day it makes everything we do worth it to hear his crazy laughter and be on the receiving end of those disgusting sloppy wet toddler kisses.
 
Last night Hen was walking to bedtime himself, dada wasn’t carrying him, he came over and gave me a big hug and kiss and then when he was just a few feet away I yelled “WAIT! STOP! JUST ONE MORE!” and he turned around with the biggest smile on his face and ran back to do it again. And what happened next perfectly summed up toddlerhood and everything wonderful about it; next time he got a few feet away, before I could yell “wait, stop…” he turned around smiling and laughing to beat the band and ran back for more kisses, anticipating  my next move.
 
Toddlers, might not have the timing just right, but they get the spirit of the game.
 
Eventually, after many, many more goodnight kisses dada had to pick him up after all and drag him away for bed. And he went blowing kisses with a huge smile on his face.

My Little Life

My mom was in town for a visit over the Holiday weekend. I love my mom, and I like my mom, and my mom gets me. 

We were talking about people we know and about us and I was trying to explain, in a way how much I love my little life. 

I am perfectly content with my little life. 

I have a little job, and I get, sadly, a little paycheck. I drive a little car and I live in a little house. I am married to my little husband and I have a little son, both of whom who I love big.

We have friends with big exciting lives, and friends with maybe smaller less exciting lives, and I’m so happy to fit in my little niche. 

I may not feel this way forever, but today I do and today I’m grateful for the happiness I’m finding in being small. 

We are getting used to a big huge change here in Eisenbergia.

In January I started a very challenging, yet very exciting and fulfilling job with my company. The hours were long and crazy, the work was hard and exhausting. But work me was happy.

Home me wasn’t my best self I’m afraid. Work took almost everything I had, what little I had left I gave to my husband and child. I wasn’t a great wife and mother, and I was a terrible friend. Our family has been operating in survival mode. Making it work. But I really dropped off the face of the earth.

I’m thrilled to tell you that last week my schedule returned to normal, 5 days a week, 8 hours a day. No nights.

No more not seeing Henry 4 days a week, in fact I’m home for dinner every night now.

Josh and I are still adjusting. But we’re happy.

Fortunately Henry hasn’t seemed to notice one way or the other.