Things that always make me smile….without fail

My creative juices haven’t been flowing much lately, I’ve had plenty of ideas but not the drive to actually put pen to paper – or fingers to keyboard. A couple of weeks ago I sent my first ever article to a magazine editor, which is very exciting, but ever since then I have not written anything worth mentioning, I have even struggled to write posts for this blog. Anyway, as I am too busy to worry about this, I have decided to patiently wait for the desire to write to return, I know it will, it always does. Until then, it thought I would share some things that always make me smile:

When Elisabeth’s little face lights up when I walk into her room first thing in the morning.

When I watch my husband play with Elisabeth, I have always known he would be a great dad, but he has even exceeded my very high expectations.

When Elisabeth fake laughs at one of her own jokes.

When Elisabeth points to the “footpath” sign and says that the two people on there are mummy and Isabeth (she hasn’t quite managed her whole name yet so it is isabeth for now)

When Elisabeth shouts “Wow!” when she sees what I have made her for dinner, I know she only does it because my husband says it and it doesn’t mean she will actually like it, but it’s still nice.

When Elisabeth blows kisses to pretty much anyone she says goodbye to, whether this is the cashier at the supermarket, the postman or just random strangers.

When Elisabeth applauds me and shouts “well done” for doing a wee on the toilet – I mean I have been able to do this for quite a few years now but it is still nice to get some praise 🙂

When I wake up in the morning and realise I have slept for 7 or 8 hours!

And this:

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Toffee mama?

Don’t worry I haven’t been feeding Elisabeth toffee, she just can’t make the K sound yet so she replaces it with a T, and sometimes an N. So when her teddy Pumpkin gets kisses she says Pumpnin tisses, very cute.

Today was a difficult day, Elisabeth was tired and tearful and only wanted cuddles. And due to a badly timed poo (sorry) she didn’t have a nap. When she is in this kind of mood she is quite hard work and I often get quite tired at about 4 in the afternoon.

After reading a million books (well, probably not a million, but quite a lot) I convinced her to play in the conservatory for a bit whilst I try to do the washing up and cook dinner. From the kitchen window I could see her playing with her little cooker. A little while later she comes into the kitchen, grabs my hand, says: Mama, toffee, she leads me to the sofa in the conservatory and tells me to sit, she walks over to her cooker, picks up a pretend cup, gives it to me and says again: Mama, toffee. That was my first pretend coffee made specially for me. And damn was it good!

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