Nothing Short of Thankful

Since every dark cloud has a silver lining, and since I am in need of an attitude adjustment after losing two and a half hours of sleep last night to my youngest child's whiny wakefulness (night weaning, night two!), today I'm going to accentuate the positive and focus on my firstborn.

Aahh, my Mazlyn. I try not to take for granted how often she makes me laugh, with her ad-lib songs and made-up names for everything, and her running commentary.

This morning on the way to school, for example:

Maz: "Mom, have you ever tasted Jell-o Juice?"

Me: "Um, no."

Maz: "You would really like it. It has mango and cucumber, and it's really sweet."

Me: "MMmmmm."

Maz: "Do you know where it comes from?"

Me: "Where?"

Maz: "From a Chicago juice store, so we might not be able to drive there, we'll have to fly."

Me: "Bummer."

Mazlyn, who at four has gotten so good at "the Matching Game" that last night she legitimately won against her dad. Twice.

Mazlyn, who spent an hour at the park collecting leaves to make her "leaf name" and this leaf family.Note the family dynamics.
Mazzy, who last night said, unsolicited, "Thanks for making this delicious dinner, mom." (the turkey burgers were a hit!)

After I snapped at her this morning (see above) and then apologized for my foul mood, she said, "Let's just try to be really patient with each other today, okay?"

Okay.