Those Moments.

Hey. Guess what? ONE more final left until I am free for three and a half weeks! It’s been a pretty intense week thus far, but all of the little and wonderful moments from the past days are keeping me quite happy. Would you like to know what moments I speak of? I’ll take your silence as a yes.

These moments:

  • Train ride including my wonderful husband and in-laws, homemade sugar cookies, hot chocolate and SANTA CLAUS! Mrs. Claus handed out whistles to all of the kids on the train AFTER giving them their sugar cookies. I think Mr. Claus and his wife should get together and have a friendly marital discussion about the timing of their presents.
  • Celebrating my friend Chelsea’s birthday party and my friend Katie graduating from dental assisting school (So proud of her!) all in one night.

  • Cuddling with two of my favorite girls. (I adore the below picture)

  • My signature dishes from this past weekend: Peanut butter pie and bacon/almond/pineapple/egg fried rice. The pie was by far the best dessert I’ve ever made and the fried rice was super scrumptious too. The only way you can really get me to eat anything fruit related is if it’s mixed with something super salty or unhealthy. Such as bacon. 
  • When it comes to grades, I usually end up freaking myself out over nothing.  This semester, I was most worried about my Communication Technology final, which I was sort of sure I did miserable on. I hesitantly looked a few minutes ago to see that I made 19.20 out of 20 possible points. Huge sigh of relief. I have ONE more final to go. Wish me luck!
  • I was sitting on the couch a couple of days ago when my hubby announced from the kitchen, “I have such an amazing wife.”  I laughed and asked him where that came from. He’s always saying sweet,adorable things but this one was especially random. His reply to my question? “Because. There’s peanut butter.”  I’m glad he’s so easily pleased.
  • I have some endearing and often amusing moments with the four year old boy I nanny.  This morning, his parents were getting ready to leave when he excitedly told me, “I have something for you.” I thought it would be a drawing or something so I just somewhat absentmindedly said okay. He then runs into his parent’s bedroom which causes them to ask what he thinks he is doing. I was washing out his little sister’s cereal bowl when I hear the following conversation:
  • Little dude:  I’m going to get Christina her present!
  • His parents in quiet voices: No,  not yet….
  • Little dude in a not so quiet voice: But I want to give her her BRACELET!
  • His parents still in quiet voices: No…..it’s not Christmas yet!

He eventually gave up and I pretended to be oblivious to this entire conversation. Still, I couldn’t help but smile. Later, we made a giant Christmas card and I taught him how to draw a Christmas tree. When we were outside waiting on the bus to arrive, he looked up at me and out of nowhere said, “You look beautiful.”  My heart melted a little bit.

I know that one day when I look back to this time in my life, I won’t be thinking about all of the stress from my finals, but moments like these. It’s those kind of moments that make it to memories.

10 thoughts on “Those Moments.

  1. Meg says:

    I don’t get why the timing was bad. Because they ate sugar cookies then blew excess food chunks through whistles? or because they gave them the whistles while you were all trapped on the train with them? haha

    LOVE that picture of all you guys! (the train one)

    what a sweet adorable four year oldddd! 🙂 so sweet.

    that pie looks amazingggg!!!

  2. Awww! I love children! That age is so great/fun. The things they say are so surprising.
    YAAAYYY for awesome grades and almost being done for 3.5 weeks!
    Super cute purple and white top, by the way. 🙂

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