Mondays off. I love having that extra day home from work to spend with Finn, just the two of us.
Wild imaginations. Right now, Finn is rotating through three stations: sitting in his teepee talking to himself in a high pitched voice while doing puzzles, tap dancing on Jeff's old metal camera box, and crawling up on the couch to make the two glass owls kiss. This has been going on for about half an hour.
A messy house. I woke up today stressing about it - about the little piles and boxes of homeless things that seem to endlessly find their way to every surface of our home, but I realized one thing. We live here. Like, we REALLY LIVE here! So yeah, the house gets messy- wouldn't it be weird if it didn't? So as much as I like things clean, tidy, organized- and sometimes it DOES actually look that way- I need to let go of feeling bad when it doesn't. It's just stuff and eventually it will get tidied up.
|He woke up this morning, and immediately put on a hat.|