HH is listening to some awful song as I'm trying to type, so if this post lacks my usual literary genius--it's his fault.
Good thing he's so gosh darn sexy. How cute is he, trying to teach Sweet P how to swing her little putter?
This was our fun activity this morning. I've been in a bit of a funk again. (My health is just being really lame and my psyche is really struggling to rise above it.) So, HH came up with this idea to get us all out of the house, having fun. I don't know that I had any true Joyful Moments, but this definitely helped thaw my cold, grumpy heart.
Then we all took a nap.
Then we headed to the park to join some friends at a festive barbecue. We have great friends. Surprise. I know I've never mentioned that before. Hanging out with HH and them was a Joyful Moment.
But then we came home and Baby B stood while trying to pet the dog. As much as I am saddened by him growing up, it was a Joyful Moment to see him finally making progress. And he just looked so cute standing there all wobbly and proud. Then, only moments later, he waved and said "Bye bye" to HH and the other kids while I was taking him off to bed. That's the first time he waved. And his first word. Again--Joyful Moment.
But, what the heck?! Can we spread this whole growing up thing out, over a couple of days, at least? Preferable, a couple months. I'm really in no hurry here.
And, of course, we talked off and on throughout the day with the kiddos about what Memorial Day is all about. We've got all kinds of military heroes on both sides of the family. I am so grateful for their service and dedication to freedom. Especially those who are currently serving our country. Thank you!
Wishing you all Joyful Moments that don't involve any awful music!