Sometimes i wonder if perhaps my blog focuses too much on the down sides of parenthood, that i talk too much about the frustrating aspects of my children. But then i think ‘hey they provide the material, if they want to be painted in a more positive light then perhaps they should stop being such little @#*&!’s.’
I jest of course (a bit) and there are days when i really don’t have a jot to complain about. The suns recent show stopping performances have been leaving everybody in a very bright mood. For us its a chance to have a perfect kind of day.
A mosey along down to the seaside.
Shotgunning the red canoe.
Being able to run about and explore. All. Day. Long.
Watching the ‘beach’ world go by.
Riding your bike along the prom.
Just hanging about looking beautiful.
Always smiling and happy.
If you feel that a lone bunch of daffodils deserves a hug, knock yourself out.
Don’t forget to eat some of the vegetation.
Life seems to SPARKLE.
And then we get home and the baby gets annoyed that bigger things won’t fit into smaller things and F gets annoyed that the sticker he is trying to stick is not sticky enough. J gets annoyed that he can’t hear the football and I just breath a long sigh of relief; I was getting worried for a while that i may be running short of blog fodder…
This post is linked up with to Mummy, Daddy, Me for the Ordinary Moments. Sharing normal, everyday moments that capture the essence of family life. Nothing special, nothing remarkable but memories that you don’t want to forget. AKA the nice part of my blog (usually).