It's the LITTLE things...

The little things I LOVE...

My Father in Heaven.
My husband.
My two little boys of course!
Cold cereal in the morning, so much easier than cooking anything.
I love my two new callings, the nursery and enrichment!
A good book.
A smile.
Flip-flops.
Chocolate.
Christmas lights.
Aleck falling asleep while playing, eating or watching Elmo.
Quintin's snuggles.
Chads way of always getting me to laugh.
My homemade sweet rolls.
Cherry blossoms.
A cold glass of milk.

Comments

Jessica Marie said…

Those are great things to love!

December 7, 2008 at 3:45 PM

Michelle said…

Hey, my calling is enrichment too! Maybe we can swap ideas! :)

December 28, 2008 at 8:54 PM

I want these-

Why is it that the boys always get the lashes? Now don't get me wrong my boys lashes are beautiful, I wouldn't want them to not be. So are my Dads, and my brother Jeffs; my Grandpa and my uncle also have some lovely lashes. Do you see the trend. It is just not fair! I guess I will just be happy to admire my boys- they sure are lovely.

{Aleck}

This boy just melts my heart - - First thing in the morning, he always comes to find me with a smile on his face and says,"Mom I awake". - Then he needs help to go potty, as he sits on the potty he looks up and says, "I love you, much", with a big yawn. - He loves hugs and kisses. - He can throw a tantrum like pro. - He loves. - He is not good at sharing. -He is stubborn. - He looks up to his big brother. - He never gives up. - I feel his preciuos spirit, it fits his body perfectly. - He is strong. - I am so thankful he is mine, for a time, and then on through eternity.

Preschool

Aleck started preschool the last Monday in February, I don't think I was ready, but he seems to be just fine:) Today he was going crazy waiting for the bus to come and get him, he was so excited! These are pictures from his first day of school- He has started saying cheese when I take his picture {if you couldn't already tell}. He had to show off his backpack. I felt so bad on that first day, he had been so excited to go on a bus, but I didn't tell him that I wasn't coming. When I handed him off he looked so scared, it broke my heart. I am so glad that he didn't start crying, I don't think I would have let him go if he had. He would hardly look at me as they were buckling him in. At this point I was holding in my tears- so I wouldn't make a fool of myself in front of my neighbors. {Oh boy, I sure love this kid}

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