It’s Not Mess – It’s Safety Equipment

It’s Not Mess – It’s Safety Equipment

I saw a cool looking centerpiece on Pinterest. Of course I know if I make it, it will neither look like the Pinterest picture nor look cool.  But more importantly, where would I put it?

I don’t know about your family, but mine lives in constant fear of a sudden end of gravity.  And, as a result, we have prepared each and every horizontal and semi-horizontal surface in our home for such an eventuality by carefully and completely weighing down and covering every such surface.

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Further ballast is provided by a giant stand mixer, a huge coffee maker (which makes only one cup at a time) (we don’t drink coffee.  It was a gift, so we have to have it visible), nearly every dish, glass, and piece of flatware we own, and assorted wrappers and recycling.  Sometimes last night’s pots offer their heft for the cause.

Often the only reason I’m certain we have a dining room table is because I know that something has to be holding up all of the library books, tax forms, school papers, glitter glue, ice skates, and critter cages.

One would think that our bathroom counters would be a virtual wasteland, what with my pack member’s seeming inability to locate their soap, toothbrushes, shampoo, towels, and hair brushes.  But, somehow every bathroom counter is full of items which apparently belong to no one in our household.

Humor Funny Humorous Family Life Love Laugh Laughter Parenting Mom Moms Dad Dads Child Kid Kids Children Son Sons Daughter Daughters Brother Brothers Sister Sisters Grandparent Grandma Grandpa Grandparents Grandfather Grandmother Gina Valley Centerpieces Pinterest Clutter M&M’s Safety Gravity Kitchen Bathroom Counter Mess Dining Room TableHomeless toothpaste, wash cloths, scubbies, lotion, and the like gather to provide the necessary gravity aide as needed.  Occasionally, a nearly empty cereal bowl complete with spoon will be hidden amongst the flotsam.  Last week I saw two half eaten donuts and an empty ravioli can.  Their appearance is apparently unassisted by any member of our family, each of whom claim to have never seen any of the items in question, much less used them and left them there.

As an added safety precaution, each of the horizontal and semi-horizontal surfaces in our home are also equipped with Hydra-like powers.  So, clearing off a surface only makes the mass regenerate itself twice over.

We take safety seriously here.

I have to be careful to keep in mind the true nature of this accumulation, and to constantly remind my OCD self of its true purpose, lest I flip out unwarrantedly.

Humor Funny Humorous Family Life Love Laugh Laughter Parenting Mom Moms Dad Dads Child Kid Kids Children Son Sons Daughter Daughters Brother Brothers Sister Sisters Grandparent Grandma Grandpa Grandparents Grandfather Grandmother Gina Valley Centerpieces Pinterest Clutter M&M’s Safety Gravity Kitchen Bathroom Counter Mess Dining Room TableI have to remind myself that my pack members are not the slobs they appear to be.  I have to stop threatening to install a giant garbage disposal in every room.  They are not trying to steal what little sanity I have left.

My pack members are, in fact, safety officers working hard to prevent the injuries in our home that would be caused by tables and chairs and counter tops suddenly flying through the air.

It’s not mess. It’s safety equipment.

Laugh Out Loud!

-gina

How is your family protecting you?  Does clutter drive you as crazy as it does me?  What is the clutter magnet in your home?  Shoot me a comment.  I’m looking forward to hearing all about it.

In The Words Of Ricky Ricardo…Throwback Day

In The Words Of Ricky Ricardo…

Ugh.

Something very unpleasant has entered my processing regions and is creating a whole bunch of trouble.

In the words of Ricky Ricardo in that episode of I Love Lucy about the trivia game show, “Let me lie down.  This is making me sick.”

I don’t know if it is a sudden case of stomach flu or food poisoning or some alien invasion, but whatever it is, what it’s causing is not pretty.

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Unfortunately, my house smells like someone is cooking eggs and that smell is making everything percolate faster and angrier.

So, I’ll be off to curl up on the bathroom floor now.

The brilliant post I had planned for today will make its debut tomorrow after I am able to sit up and see straight to finish editing it.

Today I’m going with a brilliant throwback post instead.

In light of my current condition I suppose choosing It’s Different When Mom Gets Sick doesn’t require explanation.

As always, the extra click to get there counts as cardio.

Enjoy!  I hope it gives you some giggles.

If you need me I’ll be in the bathroom.  Just follow the groans.

Laugh Out Loud!

-gina

Shoot me a comment.  I need something to get my mind off of this.  Just don’t mention eggs.

Move Your Glass!

Move Your Glass!

I was shocked, SHOCKED!, to see a glass about midway full of some sort of brownish liquid sitting in the middle of the ottoman in our family room.  Just imagine.  One of my pack failing to clean up after him or herself?  I was shocked.  SHOCKED!!!Humor Funny Humorous Family Life Love Laugh Laughter Parenting Mom Moms Dad Dads Child Kid Kids Children Son Sons Daughter Daughters Brother Brothers Sister Sisters Grandparent Grandma Grandpa Grandparents Grandfather Grandmother Gina Valley Glass Half Full Half Empty Philosophy Optimist Pessimist

I wasn’t shocked they’d left the glass there.  I was shocked no one had spilled it yet.  Normally this glass would have been a pile of shards and a new stain on the floor already.

As I was carrying the AWOL beverage corral to our kitchen I was thinking about the whole half-full/half-empty thing.  Philosophers say that optimists say the glass is half-full, and that pessimists say the glass is half-empty.  But, in our house everyone has something to say about the glass.

The engineer in me says, “That glass is twice as big as it needs to be.”

The mom in me says, “That glass is an antique and has to be hand-washed.  Grrr!”

The Professor says, “I can’t believe someone is wasting that beverage.”

The 13 year-old says, “That is not my glass and I’m not picking it up.”

The 10 year-old says, “Why do I always have to do everything?”

The 17 year-old says, “We don’t really need to wash it. Just rinse it and it’ll be clean enough.  Who’s gonna know?”

The 22 year-old says, “Can I have this glass? My roommate broke all ours.”

The 16 year-old says, “Why won’t you buy me a car?”  (Some parts of life are unaffected by the glass)

Humor Funny Humorous Family Life Love Laugh Laughter Parenting Mom Moms Dad Dads Child Kid Kids Children Son Sons Daughter Daughters Brother Brothers Sister Sisters Grandparent Grandma Grandpa Grandparents Grandfather Grandmother Gina Valley Glass Half Full Half Empty Philosophy Optimist PessimistThe 2 year-old says, “Mine! Mine! Mine! Gimme it!”

The 4 year-old says, “Why do we need a glass?  Why?”

The 12 year-old says,  ”I found a lizard.  Can it live in that glass?”

The 14 year-old says,  ”Eeeeww! What’s in that glass?”

I wonder what philosophers say about a plate of macaroni and cheese.

Laugh Out Loud!

-gina

What’s up with your glass?  I’m looking forward to hearing all about it.  Shoot me a comment with the details.

You’re A Big Help…Not!

You’re A Big Help…Not!

by Gina Valley

Dear Family,

Thank you to whichever child put the bag of condiments from Del Taco away last week.  It’s always nice when someone puts something away.Humor Funny Parenting Moms Dads Kids Children Family Life Love Laugh Laughter Cleaning Helping Letters To My Family Tacos Condiments Mistakes  And, whoever you are, you put it right where it goes on the shelf in the pantry. Good job.

It’s a rare and special treat for me, as your mom, to see that at least one of my off-spring has at last come to realize, not only do things have a location they should be stored in, but also that any individual in our home is welcome to put things away at any time without first obtaining a special permit.

Perhaps soon one of you will be able to lift her own wet towel off of the bathroom floor, and to hang it on the rack in her bedroom.

Maybe someone will be able to put his shoes into his closet without prompting.

Soon, I imagine dishes will simply vanish at the conclusion of our meals, only to reappear prepped and loaded into the dishwasher.  This could be a sign of clean things to come!

Again, I appreciate your effort.

Love,

mom

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By the way – unfortunately – that was not the bag of condiments.

That was the bag of tacos.

PPS

The search for the mysterious source of the stench of death coming from the pantry is now over.

Laugh Out Loud!

-gina

Anyone been a big “help” to you lately?  Shoot me a comment.  I look forward to hearing all about it!

What They’re REALLY Asking …

What They’re REALLY Asking …

by Gina Valley

What’s on your head mom?

Sometimes it’s not what’s asked but rather who asks it that reveals the true query.

What’s on your head mom?

For example, yesterday a friend said someone asked him to describe himself in three words.  He asked me which three words I’d pick. I didn’t know which Humor Funny Parenting teens embarrass sunburn questions answers point-of-view Moms Dads Kids children Family Life lovethree words to pick because I wasn’t sure who was asking. The three words I think of as his friend are a bit different than the three words I’d use to describe his business savvy to potential clients or his personality to a potential date. “Who’s asking?” makes all the difference.  It defines the question.

What’s on your head mom?

What’s the real question?  Depends who’s asking.

From Son#1 “What’s on your head, Mom?” means “Mom, I think your mind might have slipped a gear because you have a stripe across your forehead.”

From Son#2 “What’s on your head, Mom?” means “Did you paint that stripe on there because we’re going to a game? Who’s playing? How much were the tickets? Do we have good seats?  When are we leaving?  Ooo! I gotta go put a jersey on!”

From Son#3 “What’s on your head, Mom?” means “Are you having some sort of cool allergic reaction to something that I could figure out and talk about during science at school? I’m gonna go get a camera!  This is gonna be another ‘A’ for sure!”

From Son#4 “What’s on your head, Mom?” means “Oh!! You were doing something, fun, weren’t you?!?! What totally cool thing were you doing Humor Funny Parenting teens embarrass sunburn questions answers point-of-view popsicle Moms Dads Kids children Family Life lovewhen that happened?  Can I do it, too?  What were you eating when you did that?  And, what’s for dinner ?  Can I eat something now?  Do we have popsicles?”

From Niece#1 “What’s on your head, Auntie G?” means “Auntie G, you’re not supposed to draw on your head.   Miss Johanna told me we aren’t supposed to draw on our head or our neck or our arms or our legs or our friends.  Kelley had to sit in time out because she drew on Williams head.  William was crying ‘cause he thought it was blood, but I don’t know why ‘cause it was blue marker.”

From Niece#2 “What dat on your head, Auntie G?” means “WHY dat on your head?  WHY dat red?  WHY dat there? Why? Why? Why?”

From Daughter#3 “What’s on your head, Mom?” means “As I look at your head, Mom, I notice something that I’m pretty sure I can leverage into a discussion to put off doing my homework for another 20 minutes, maybe longer if I really work at it.”

From Daughter#2 “What’s on your head, Mom?” means “I’m doing my best N OT to giggle, because  I refuse to admit to myself or to you that I find your antics amusing, despite the fact that my tiny dimples betray that I am doing everything I can to squelch a smile that is trying desperately to appear because I’m looking at that stripe and just know there is a funny reason it’s there.”

But, from Daughter#1, who is living deep in the jungles that are teenage-girl-hood and is the actual asker of the question, “What’s on your head, Mom?” can mean only one thing.  It means “How could you have something like that on your head when you know how much it’s going to embarrass me?”

And, that question kinda makes me laugh.  A lot.

Naturally, in an effort to ease her gently away from self-centered “teenagyness,” I told her that I had drawn it there with a Magic Marker for the sole and express purpose of embarrassing her.  Then, having observed her reaction, I reminded her that many teens every year get their eyes stuck in the back of their heads when they roll them one too many times at their parents.

In case you’re wondering what exactly was on my head, it was a bright red, inch wide stripe of sunburn running across the top of my forehead.

It did not look good.

I had schmeared some aloe vera gel across it to speed healing (isn’t aloe amazing?!?!) so it had a sort of snot-like sheen going for it, too.  It was VERY attractive. Humor Funny Parenting teens embarrass sunburn questions answers point-of-view popsicle aloe vera Moms Dads Kids children Family Life loveEven better, my nose was the only other part of my face exhibiting a coordinating crimson color.  Apparently, I had forgotten where my face ended and that I have a nose when I applied sunscreen before sitting in the sun at a track meet all day.  Did I mention how attractive I looked?

On this “What’s on your head, Mom?” day I was scheduled to meet an online friend face-to-face for the first time.  It really was a perfect day for it.  I told him, “Don’t worry, if it’s foggy you can find me by following the glow of my Rudolph-like nose until you see the snot schmeared, red stripe along the top of my forehead” (Not sure if it was courageousness or curiosity that drove him, but he was early for our meeting).

And, as if to prove my theory correct, Daughter#1 added as I got ready to go out the door, in what I can only assume was an attempt to make me giggle even more, “Do you want to borrow my cover stick to cover that up?”  I had to laugh at that because what she really meant was “I will die if you go outside with that showing on your head, Mom.”

I went anyway.

Don’t worry.  She survived!

Laugh Out Loud!

-gina

Do you remember your parents embarrassing you?  Did you ever embarrass them?  Do your kids pretend they don’t have parents?  Shoot me a comment.  I’m looking forward to hearing all about it.

Why You Should Hide The Chocolate Chips When You Need A Measuring Tape

Why You Should Hide The Chocolate Chips When You Need A Measuring Tape

I put a little pile of chocolate chips on a napkin (I’m a chocolate addict, but I’m neat about it) on the kitchen counter and was munching on them while I considered the kitchen’s current state.

I needed a measuring tape to re-measure the kitchen.  We are still in the midst of a never ending renovation and have misplaced (i.e. lost) the plans I designed years ago.  The Professor is just now getting around to executing the aforementioned plans, so we kind of need them.

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I have no idea where the plans are.  He has no idea where the plans are.  The chances of said plans making an appearance before they are no longer needed is, at best, slim to none.  So, I’m going to redo the plans, meaning I have to re-measure the kitchen, meaning I need a measuring tape.

But, surprise, my measuring tape is not in the drawer where I keep it. <shock!>

Luckily, I remembered Son#4 had one of his dad’s measuring tapes two days ago because everyone was complaining that he kept measuring their feet.  Interestingly, they all complained about it, but everyone let him do it.  After all, who doesn’t want to know how long their foot is?

So, I asked Son#4, “Would you please get me one of daddy’s measuring tapes?”

“Are you making chocolate chip cookies?!?!” he asked, never one to be phased by a direct question.

“No,” I replied.  “I’m measuring the kitchen. Would you please get me one of daddy’s measuring tapes?”

“Yeah, mom, but do you wanna know what I am making for daddy?”  It’s Fathers’ Day next month, and there has been pounding and other construction noises coming from the side yard for quite some time.

“Yes,” I answered, “of course I do.  Then, will you please get me one of daddy’s measuring tapes?”  I asked specifically for The Professor’s measuring tape because one of our daughters used mine, walked in the general direction of the drawer it lives in, and somehow still didn’t get it put away properly.

“Yes!” Son#4 practically promised.

“Great!” I said, “What are you making for your dad?”

“I’m making him a catapult!  It’s got two pieces of wood under it (you have to imagine the detailed body language he used to illustrate every part of the contraption) and a piece that sticks out and a string you pull and I’m gonna make a bowl or something for the top and that is gonna be real hard but it is gonna be so cool!”

I couldn’t help but smile.  “Great.  He’ll love it,” I said.  He will.  He doesn’t have a catapult. “Now, will you please get me one of your daddy’s measuring tapes?”  He has several as his also tend to walk away and forget their way home.

“Yeah.  Are you making chocolate chip cookies?”Humor Funny Parenting measuring tape chocolate chips   disorganization organization cookies Moms Dads Kids children Family Life love

“No.  Well, ok, I will, but will you please go get me one of daddy’s measuring tapes?”

“Yeah.  I love chocolate chip cookies.”

“Great.  Will you get me the measuring tape?”

“Sure.  One of daddy’s?”

“Yes.”

“OK.  Where is it?”

“Where ever you put it after you used it to measure everyone’s feet the other day.”

“That wasn’t me.”

Sigh. Wrong little boy.  It must have been Son#3.  “Oh.  Well, will you please send in your brother?”

“Sure.  Tell me when the cookies are ready.”

Less than a minute later Son#3 joined me in the kitchen.

“Will you please get me one of daddy’s measuring tapes?” I asked, well, pleaded really.

He answered right away, “Are you making cookies?”

Sigh. I know when to throw in the proverbial towel. “Yes, right after I get back from buying a measuring tape.”

“Cool! Tell me when they’re ready,” Son#3 called back as he headed out to their catapult construction site.

I passed The Professor coming into the kitchen as I was on my way out of it.

“Where’re you headed?” he asked.

“Hardware store,” I answered more gruffly than I needed to.

“Great!” he answered more cheerfully than he needed to. “While you’re there will you get me a measuring tape?”

I don’t think he saw me roll my eyes.

As I grabbed my keys and dashed out the front door, I heard him ask, “Hey, is mom making cookies?”

I wondered if I had time to stop by the liquor store, too.

Laugh Out Loud!

-gina

What is always “walking away” from where it goes in your home?  What is distracting to everyone in your family?  Does your crew sneak chocolate chips, too? Shoot me a comment.  I’m looking forward to hearing all about it.

It’s Different When Mom Gets Sick

It’s Different When Mom Gets Sick

by Gina Valley

It’s different when I get sick.  I’m not sure if it’s because I’m the mom or because I’m the primary caregiver or because I have the bad timing to take ill when the planets are aligned funny.  But, whatever the cause, it’s different.  Definitely different.

When one of my pack gets sick, I take his temperature and bring him juice.

When I get sick I take my own temperature, and am woken up by pack members who want juice, but can’t locate it in theHumor Funny Parenting child point of view mom sick ill caregiving rest different Moms Dads Kids children Family Life love refrigerator.  Sometimes, they also want help locating the refrigerator.

When one of my pack gets sick, I put a clean, extra soft blanket into the dryer to warm it up for her.

When I get sick, my 4 year old uses the dryer to heat up her grilled cheese sandwich.

When one of my pack gets sick, I bring her meals to her in bed on a tray.

When I get sick, my pack assumes it’s “starve a fever AND starve a cold.”

When one of my pack gets sick I give him a chilled bottle of water with a sports top so he can drink without spilling while lying down in bed.

When I get sick, my pack runs the garden hose through my bedroom window to my bed so they won’t have to come up the stairs.

When one of my pack is sick, I bring her books, art supplies, and a portable DVD player to help her stay entertained.

When I get sick, my pack brings me buttons to sew back onto jackets, laundry to smell-check for re-wearing, and quizzes me about where their cleats and library books are currently located to keep me entertained.

When one of my pack gets sick, I keep the house quiet so he can sleep.

When I get sick, my pack takes turns waking me up every 15 minutes so I will feel like I’m in the hospital.

When one of my pack gets sick, I walk her down the stairs when she is feeling good enough to be up and about.

When I get sick, my pack panics when I start to feel like being up and about and asks me to give them a 30 minute warning before Humor Funny Parenting bulldozer child point of view mom sick ill caregiving rest different Moms Dads Kids children Family Life loveI come down the stairs, presumably so they’ll have time to call in a bulldozer to help tidy up.

When one of my pack gets sick I know he’s done being sick when all the extra sleep and focused nutrition have filled him with renewed energy.

When I get sick, I declare myself done being sick when the sleep-deprivation and concern for the state of my kitchen push me too close to the edge of permanent insanity.

When one of my pack has been sick and announces she is well, I tell her that I am so glad she is well, but that I want her to rest a bit extra for the next few days to get her strength back up.

When I have been sick and announce I am well, my pack tells me they’re hungry, the toilet is backed up, and they need to finish a report, including a full color 3-D poster, about Koalas before school the next morning.

It’s just a bit different when I get sick.

Laugh Out Loud!

gina

How about you?  Is it different for you, too?  Tell me all about it.  Shoot me a comment with the details.

Do Turtles Wear Deodorant?

Do Turtles Wear Deodorant?

by Gina Valley

Each night before I go to bed, I toss the load of laundry I put into the washer after dinner into the dryer.  It’s really one of those on auto-pilot “do it without thinking” kind of things.

But, for some reason, last night I guess I was Humor Funny Parenting child point of view turtles laundry deodorant  helpful  child Moms Dads Kids children Family Life lovea little more aware of what was going on around me, because I noticed something I hadn’t noticed before.

There is a bookcase along one of the walls of the hall that leads to our laundry room.  Our turtles live in an aquarium on top of the bookcase.  Last night as I raced by on my way to attempt to get closer to laundry Nirvana I noticed a stick of deodorant next to the tank.

Why is there deodorant next to the turtles’ tank? Do turtles wear deodorant?

Upon closer inspection I recognized the deodorant as belonging to Son#2.

So, I, apparently having forgotten how very unsatisfying the explanations given by children are, decided to ask Son#2 for an explanation.

Me to son#2: Why is your deodorant on the bookcase by the turtle tank?

Son#2: Because that’s closer to the dryer.

This, in his opinion, was a thorough, light-shedding explanation.  He started to head up the stairs toward his bedroom.  I wanted a bit more sun to shine on the topic.  I held onto his sweat shirt to slow his escape.

Me: Hang on a second. You have to explain that or I am going to have a stroke.

Son#2: What’s a stroke?

Me: You won’t like it. It ends with me drooling.  A lot.  Explain.

Son#2: Since it’s cold, I get up an hour early each morning and put my clothes in the dryer so they’re nice & warm when I put them on. I have to put on my deodorant after I put on my clothes so I need it close.

Me: Where do you put the clothes that are in the dryer? (note: I always put a load in the dryer before I go to bed, so there is one in the dryer every morning.)

Son#2: In the big basket.

Me: The big basket? That’s the dirty clothes hamper. It’s full of dirty laundry. Why don’t you just bring them in the house?

Son#2: I don’t have time. I have to get ready for school. That’s why I keep my deodorant there. So I’m not late for school.

Me: But, you’re coming in the house anyway.

Son#2: Well, I didn’t think of that.

To summarize:

The deodorant is next to the turtle tank so Son#2 won’t be late to school. (note: Son#2 is usually late to school anyway. Perhaps deodorant location isn’t the problem)

The unending laundry at our house is being supplemented each morning by a child who is adding a clean load to the dirty stuff.

And, if I wasn’t already too busy washing clean laundry, I think I would have a stroke today just so I could drool on that child!

Laugh Out Loud!

-gina

What confusing behavior do your family members exhibit?  Have you received a crazy explanation for seemingly simple behavior?  Shoot me a comment.  I’m looking forward to hearing all about it.

Gooey Trash Ed

Gooey Trash Ed

by Gina Valley

Dear Children:

I appreciate the fact that one of you was conscientious enough to toss the rotten mayonnaise into the kitchen trashcan.

In the past I have found that you tend to allow rotten things to continue to ferment buried Humor Funny Parenting trash garbage mayo mayonnaise Miracle Whip gooey mess kitchen trashcan helpful tossing throw out away child Moms Dads Kids children Family Life loveon the counter, hidden in the cupboard, or lost deep in the fridge until they are either able to speak or run about unaided.

This change is a positive one.

I would like to humbly suggest that in the future you consider placing the top back on containers of smelly goo prior to tossing them into the receptacle, as the ensuing explosion is not terribly attractive to the eye or the nose.

Also, please feel free to check that there is a trash bag lining the can next time prior to setting the viscous near-life form free.   Some things simply will not wash off and refuse to be scared away.

If you need me this afternoon, I will be out buying a new kitchen trash can.

Oh, and by the way, that wasn’t mayonnaise and it wasn’t rotten.  It was the brand new jar of Miracle Whip I bought yesterday for your dad and it is supposed to taste that way.

Love,

Mom

Laugh Out Loud!

-gina

Anyone made an “interesting” deposit into your kitchen trash?  Who is in charge of cleaning up goo at your house?  Shoot me a comment.  I look forward to hearing all about it.

It’s the Little Things

Isn’t it funny how the little things are really the big things?

We all have our silly little things that make us happy.  We all wish we’d won that giant national lottery this week, but we’d be pretty thrilled to find $20 in our jeans pocket while we’re doing the laundry.  Personally, I’d be even more thrilled to find someone else hadHumor Funny Parenting little things ice cream lint clothes dryer song thankful child Moms Dads Kids children Family Life love done the laundry.  They can even keep the $20.

I’d love to be able to sleep all night, but I gotta admit, after a week of waking every hour with sick little ones, that 3 hours straight last night was quite decadent.

I think it’s cool when I check on the laundry at the exact second the dryer finishes.  Ours plays a song to reward my good timing.  And, I’m ready to call the Nobel committee on the few occasions when I hit the play button at just the right moment to catch the start of the scene after the commercials on the DVR.

Kids are better about recognizing the value of small things.  Say “Yes” the next time the ice cream man drives by and you’ll see what I mean.

My kids were thrilled after the new flushing mechanism was installed in the downstairs bathroom this week.  They have been running into the bathroom just to flush the toilet so they can hear the jet engine sound it makes.  Of course, they aren’t quite as diligent about flushing when they actually have something to flush, but I’m thankful for any flushing at this point, productive or not.

One of my sons is an anti-lint-ite and was almost as happy with the lint roller I got him as he was with the NBA 2K12 game he got for Christmas.

My youngest son likes to wear a dress shirt and tie.  Anywhere.  Anytime.  Except to soccer.  No problem.  He might be a little over dressed in some situations, like at the pool, but he gets nothing but compliments.

The Professor likes me to walk him to the door when he’s leaving.  It makes him happy.  It’s 2 minutes out of my day.  I’m happy to do it.

And, perhaps most appropriate to this forum, I was so happy when I finally got a contact page installed on this website last night that didn’t cause the whole thing to crash and burn that I almost woke up my whole family to tell them.  They had certainly heard about the first two disastrous installations.  I think some of our neighbors might have even heard my comments on those at the time, too.

What are some of the little things that make you happy?

I look forward to hearing about them.

Laugh out loud!

-gina