Moment of Clarity

I find it amazing how often I am taught by my kids. They teach me every day (okay - ALMOST every day) what is important - and there's nothing like having a 3-year-old put your entire world into perspective.

It's the little things too. Like trying to fit into my clothes again. My oldest son walked in while I was doing an exercise program,
"What are you doing, Mama."
"Just working out, Baby. I want to be pretty for you and Daddy."
"But Mama, you can be pretty all you want to...already. You want to paint with me?"

I melted on the spot. So full of love, my boys don't care what I look like. (Of course this is bound to change as they grow up and learn to be embarassed by me on pure principle alone.) AND of course I wanted to paint. And so we did - and then my big boy wanted to try to do my Jillian Michaels workout with me - weights and all. So we did that too!

Misadventures of Fishing

So, the boys and I headed off this past weekend for an adventure at the lake. Surrounded by family and new attention, my boys flourished.

My oldest son, who is 3, decided the timing was right to put his new race car fishing pole to work and try his hand at fishing. Rigged with a beautiful lure (in his favorite color of pink no less), he practiced casting and reeling with my father.

Each and every time he reeled in, he was full of excitement due to the catch on his line - his lure. Yes, he was so thrilled that each time he had brought something back. The calls home to my husband were both hilarious and endearing. "Daddy, Daddy! I caught LOTS and LOTS of fish for you!"

If only we could all have such innocent enthusiasm.