I’m trying to live more in the moment, stop rushing, stop fussing about there being toys strewn across the floor causing me to walk on tiptoe, zig zagging through the living room. I’m trying to take more pictures, capture more in the moment instances that I choose to take a picture of rather than yell about picking up toys or shoes or random Cheerios under chairs (because had she swept properly, the cereal would not be on the floor, but I’m not judging sweeping skills right now).
I’d say I’m off to a great start because he’d run with the bag of chips and there was a trail from the dining room to the kitchen:
I said nothing. I snapped a picture and helped him clean up the chips even though he sang Barney’s clean up song. Over and over and over.
A few days ago I said nary a word about the following and couldn’t have cared any less when he refused to help pick them up later:
The moments are winning.