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Happiness is…

on February 11, 2010

Watching my four-year-old chase my just-turned-one-year old so he can snuggle her, then seeing her turn round and throw her arms round his neck delightedly.

Snow sparkling in the lamplight outside our bathroom window.

Time to do lots of reading (most recently John Ortberg “Everyone’s normal till you get to know them”)

Nutmeg having her check-up and MMR jab without crying or complaining at all, then waving her cookie happily at the doctor afterwards, as if he hadn’t just stuck a needle in her arm.

Froglet finding words for me to help him read wherever we go.

Lying on the floor with a happily-squeaking Nutmeg crawling all over me.

Froglet stroking my arm and saying “I love you Mummy”.

Nutmeg wandering about saying “yeah, yeah” and “oo-ah-oo”. If she says it fast enough, it sounds like wow.

Getting a little box to store paperclips in, complete with paperclips, as a free gift from the pharmacy. I’m always short of paperclips.

Watching Nutmeg dance to the strains of Cuban music.

Nutmeg following Froglet wherever he goes.

An elder brother’s love for his baby sister: “She is my little sister, Mummy. Don’t smack her.”
(For the record, I had no intention of smacking her. I must have looked like I was gearing up to it though!)

Going to our first German-language parent-teachers’ meeting to find out what school will be like for Froglet when he starts in mid-August. Evidently it will be wonderful. The Swiss are remarkably Waldorf in their attitude to education. (In fact the school down in our cantonal capital is named after Pestalozzi, who once worked in the canton).


One response to “Happiness is…

  1. My 4th son injured his arm. After an emergency room that did nothing but gently x-ray him, I took him to my older boys' sports dr who, after explaining an aggressive x-ray would have popped the arm back in place, proceded within 2 seconds to twist is arm like a pice of spghetti pretzel, popping it back in place. It was so quick, the little guy (2 then)didn't respond until it was over. Then her burst into great sobs. However, it wasn't long he was thrilled to have his second arm in good working order.(your immunization story brought that on)

    I love your happiness is examples. I miss those moments of unabashed adoration from my guys for each other. It's the purest example faith like a child and unconditional love like a child. I miss those days. Hold them close – they will sustain you, when instead of experiencing opposite day, you experience opposite years.

    Have a blessed weekend Mika!

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