So one of the games my cub loves to play is chase. He absolutely loves being chased around the house. It usually goes that one of us will hide behind a door or an object and once the cub is near we pop out and say boo. The cub laughs hysterically then starts running. We chase him pretending it 's difficult to keep up with him then we finally catch him and hug him, more laughing. When we release him we turn and start running (more like pretend to run) until we can hide behind a door. When he enters the room we pop out and say boo and I think you get it. I've included a clip of the family fun.
Monday, February 25, 2013
Playtime with Daddy
One of the more recent things that brings a smile to my face is watching my cub and his father play together. It is the most precious thing in the world. It's funny. When the cub was a small baby it used to frighten me to watch my husband play with the baby. I'm sure all mommies know what I'm talking about. Men don't seem to have the same worries as women do when it comes to playtime. I felt like my husband would hurl our cub into the air. My heart would literally stop beating. It didn't matter that my son was giggling hysterically and absolutely loved that he was being hurled into the air. I believe that is now why his favorite play person is daddy. My cub absolutely could care less about playing with me. That's not what mommies are for evidently. He doesn't bring me his ball to kick around with him. I can't carry him around on my shoulder.These are special for daddy. Oh and when he does give mommy some charity playtime the giggles are not the same as they are for daddy. Were talking on a scale of 1 to 10 with 10 being giggles for daddy, mine are a 2. If you are sensing a little bit of mommy jealousy you're right. There is a little drop of green there but it's always erased by the joy it brings me to watch the two of them. Yep one proud mommy over here.
So one of the games my cub loves to play is chase. He absolutely loves being chased around the house. It usually goes that one of us will hide behind a door or an object and once the cub is near we pop out and say boo. The cub laughs hysterically then starts running. We chase him pretending it 's difficult to keep up with him then we finally catch him and hug him, more laughing. When we release him we turn and start running (more like pretend to run) until we can hide behind a door. When he enters the room we pop out and say boo and I think you get it. I've included a clip of the family fun.
So one of the games my cub loves to play is chase. He absolutely loves being chased around the house. It usually goes that one of us will hide behind a door or an object and once the cub is near we pop out and say boo. The cub laughs hysterically then starts running. We chase him pretending it 's difficult to keep up with him then we finally catch him and hug him, more laughing. When we release him we turn and start running (more like pretend to run) until we can hide behind a door. When he enters the room we pop out and say boo and I think you get it. I've included a clip of the family fun.
Tuesday, February 19, 2013
Small Moments=Big Impact
So, Valentine's Day is always supposed to be a big deal. You're supposed to really wow your significant other with luxurious gifts. The bigger the bear, card, flowers, or box of chocolates the better, right? Oh and make sure the restaurant is at least two stars above your normal dining selection. If said criteria is left unmet on Valentine's Day then someone failed at properly celebrating the event. This has never been true for me and not because I couldn't find a chap willing to do that and more. I realized very early in my life that the small things matter most to me. My Husband is the type of man that usually makes a decision on what to get me the day before the occasion. For example, my birthday is Christmas Eve. The Husband usually has a eureka moment on December 23rd. The same is true of anniversaries and oh yes Valentine's Day. But I must admit, although last minute, it's always amazingly the perfect gift. I used to think to myself, "He has it easy. I'm the simplest girl to please". You can buy me some gummy life savers, starburst, and a card and I am over the moon. I think in my simplicity I may actually make it difficult. It's hard to wow someone year after year, 10 years now, with small moments. Well, once again the Husband managed to bring the biggest smile to this little lady's face.
The advent of the cub has seriously changed our dating and outing routine. Heck, our budget too. Thankfully my mother-in-law agreed to watch our little one so we could celebrate Valentine's Day. The Husband found this small family-owned Mexican restaurant not too far from our house. I LOVE Mexican food. Shout out to the Groupon people. I was excited. Date nights are spread out right now in the Lawrence home, so this was a much needed night out. The food was incredible and we were loving the ambiance. Suddenly, a voice came over the music announcing free Salsa lessons right there in the restaurant in just a few minutes. My insides exploded into Fourth of July fireworks. I have been nagging the Husband to take Salsa lessons. All the Latino blood flowing in his veins and he has an aversion to dancing in public. I mean let's be stereotypical for two seconds....you are Latino. You are supposed to love dancing. I gave him my puppy dog eyes and begged. Useless! He wasn't budging. We continued eating and began laughing as the older couples made it to the dance floor and attempted learning Salsa. I'd settled in my heart that we would not be joining them and continued to enjoy my evening. Well, didn't I tell you my Husband always manages to wow me. Out of nowhere he says let's join them.This small gesture, not luxurious or flashy, meant more to me than anything on any shelf in any store in the world. I knew the internal price he was paying for the smile on my face and believe me I plan to wear this smile proudly.
The advent of the cub has seriously changed our dating and outing routine. Heck, our budget too. Thankfully my mother-in-law agreed to watch our little one so we could celebrate Valentine's Day. The Husband found this small family-owned Mexican restaurant not too far from our house. I LOVE Mexican food. Shout out to the Groupon people. I was excited. Date nights are spread out right now in the Lawrence home, so this was a much needed night out. The food was incredible and we were loving the ambiance. Suddenly, a voice came over the music announcing free Salsa lessons right there in the restaurant in just a few minutes. My insides exploded into Fourth of July fireworks. I have been nagging the Husband to take Salsa lessons. All the Latino blood flowing in his veins and he has an aversion to dancing in public. I mean let's be stereotypical for two seconds....you are Latino. You are supposed to love dancing. I gave him my puppy dog eyes and begged. Useless! He wasn't budging. We continued eating and began laughing as the older couples made it to the dance floor and attempted learning Salsa. I'd settled in my heart that we would not be joining them and continued to enjoy my evening. Well, didn't I tell you my Husband always manages to wow me. Out of nowhere he says let's join them.This small gesture, not luxurious or flashy, meant more to me than anything on any shelf in any store in the world. I knew the internal price he was paying for the smile on my face and believe me I plan to wear this smile proudly.
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