One thing I noticed today as I was sleep training our 5 month old son, Liam, and potty-training our 23 month old daughter, Haris, they were both crying (no tears, plenty of noise)…
And I got a quarter and some pennies. My mother in law, Momma T, was in town and came to spend some time with Haris, so I could go have some time for myself to write and do whatever.
I’m in the car quite a bit. . . and if you don’t know much about LA traffic let me explain. We’re in the car…a lot…and if it’s peak time 12 miles can take you 45 – 60 minutes, or longer if there’s wrecks, lights out, or rain. I’m not complaining, I choose to live here, and traffic is part of it. Besides, I like to use that time in the car . . .
I recall sidewalk chalk, Polly Pocket, some sticks and rocks to make a pretend fire, caterpillars, clouds drifting in the sky, a good story, a hug from my Mom or Dad, the smell of french toast cooking, and singing made up songs, all equaled contentment, what else could there be?