What About the Other 90 Percent?

I have decided I need to stop complaining. We all have it hard. Sure, some of us have it harder than others, but it depresses me to read this stuff; I can only imagine what you must think. I must find other things to talk about instead of doom and gloom--for my own sanity!

Here's something:

It's hard to get upset at your child throwing food on the ground when he looks at you, smiles, and tells you, "All done!" complete with the sign. Out of nowhere. All you can do in that situation is tell him what a great kiddo he is, smother him with kisses, and laugh. :-) (Sh.awn did that this afternoon.)

or

I love listening to Ja.son talk in three and four word sentences on a regular basis. The number of words he knows is mind blowing. And he talks all. the. time. :-)

and

We got a new batch of books to look at today, including some on bugs and butterflies. We had the best time looking at pictures and talking about all kinds of new things. Sh.awn spent nearly ten minutes kissing over and over again this picture book of babies smiling. He was especially fond of this sweet little toothy blond. Too cute.

plus

The county fair is in town and I just can't wait to take the boys to go see everything. We are planning on going this weekend.

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I must remember it isn't all bad. The bad is probably only at ten percent of our lives at the worst of times, and even less when things are going well. (I still haven't figured out why the crap seems to come in humungous dung heaps, looking more like elephant piles, rather than be spread out like you find on a horse trail. We're just lucky like that I guess.) Sometimes, though, it is so hard to see all of the ninety plus percent that is going RIGHT when you don't force yourself.

I hereby declare myself forced.

Leave me a comment and gimme something good in your life to celebrate, too!