On a particularly awful day, little things make me happy. Like seeing the city on my commute to work in uncommonly breathtaking beauty. Eating Jenna's leftover Chipotle. Being productive. Receiving a new phone (for free!) since my old one stopped working.
But what makes me the most happy is an email I got from my baby's mom. I didn't get to see her today since she picked M up after I left. This is the first line...
"I heard M reserved his poop in the potty for your supervision today! A true sign of trust. I'm sure you are honored."
Tehehe. My baby makes me happy. He spontaneously gives me hugs and tells me that he loves me. He's a goof, he's observant and curious about the world. He's especially loves anything Christmas related. He adds his own ad-libs to Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer (Like a light bulb! Like a train! I really like trains!). He noticed the teacher pile of presents from parents ("YOU HAVE CHRISTMAS PRESENTS MANDA! CHRISTMAS PRESENTS!!!! "). He noticed the decorations we hung during nap time ("SNOWFLAKES!! FOR CHRISTMAS!! IT'S CHRISTMAS EVE!!!!!")
I really could keep going. And I don't think any of you doubt that statement. I'll stop for now (:
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