Books for Tots: Moose, Nancy and Scary Pants

Over year ago I wrote a post about some of my favorite books that I like to read to my daughter. They are also some of her favorite books, which is important. There happen to be a few books that she enjoys that I do not, and vice versa. There might also be times that I hide certain books from her. Maybe.

Anyway, when I wrote the original post, I meant to make it an ongoing thing, but then life happened and I got busy and forgot about it, you know, for a year. So, this is me, giving it another go.

Round two: three more of our favorite books.

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The Useful Moose

My daughter is a fan of moose. Her favorite stuffed animal is a moose named Moosey that she received for her first Christmas. I think he’s really a reindeer, but “Moosey” just kind of stuck.  Is there a difference between moose and reindeer? I don’t know and I don’t care to Google it. Maybe later.

Anyway, ever since Bella took a liking to Moosey she has collected several other moose stuffed animals and a couple of moose books.

This book is about a little girl who loves moose so much that her family plans an Alaskan vacation so she can see some moose in person. However, when she arrives in Alaska, she can’t find any moose and finds out, from a goose, that they have all gone to the city on vacation. When she returns to her hometown, she finds hundreds of moose vacationing in her own city. Three of them end up as house guests in her home for awhile and her family discovers that they are great housekeepers. I wish I could find a couple of moose to mop my floors and fold laundry.

This book is particularly appealing to Bella because she’s a moose fan, but overall,  it’s a cute book even if your kid is not a moose lover.

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Fancy Nancy

We have had some Fancy Nancy books forever but just recently started reading them. I don’t know why it took us so long to finally pick one up, something about the illustrations just wasn’t appealing to us. The covers of these books often seem quite busy and to be honest, I don’t think they look as enjoyable as they actually are. I think the whole “don’t judge a book by it’s cover” idiom applies here. No hate to Nancy’s illustrators or anything.

Anyway, now that we have started reading these books, Bella loves them and so do I. They teach children, through Nancy’s shenanigans, to expand their vocabulary by introducing “fancier” words than the ones they probably already know; like “celebrity” instead of “famous person” and “delectable” instead of “delicious”. I just purchased a few more of these books for Bella’s Easter basket this year and she was thrilled.

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What Was I Afraid Of?

I was a big fan of Dr. Seuss as a child but I never read this particular book until I had children. When Bella was younger she used to call this the “Scary Pants” book because the main character is afraid of a pair of empty pants. It’s silly (what Dr. Seuss book isn’t?) but it’s a lot of fun. Additionally, it’s not one of those Dr. Seuss books that goes on and on and on and you find yourself tripping over nonsense and skipping pages just to get it over with. Seriously, I really do love Dr. Seuss, but you HAVE to know what I am talking about if you’re a parent trying to read your kid a book at the end of a long day.

The particular version that we own glows in the dark, I don’t know if all of them do.  We often read it in the dark with a flash light. Bella and I can both recite this one by heart.

Hopefully next week I’ll be back with three more books we love, we already have them picked out.

See, I’m totally on top of making this an ongoing series…until we run out of books that we like. ;)

 

 

 

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Motherhood: You are enough.

A recap from a night last week:

I got home at 5pm, just as my husband was heading out the door to work. My 5 year old, Bella, had been spending the afternoon at my mom’s house. So, I packed my 1 year old, Lottie, up in the car to go pick up big sister.

First, Lottie and I ran by a RedBox to return a movie we had watched the night before. Then we went to my mom’s, visited for a little bit, and then I loaded both kids in the car. From there we went to Target to pick up some items for a classroom basket for a silent auction at Bella’s preschool.

After Target, we went to the bank so I could drop some cash in the night deposit because I was tired of carrying it around for fear of losing it. I have become a complete scatterbrain since having my second child and I’m trying to keep it in check. Once we were done at the bank, we stopped by the playground.

Our playground excursion was short lived, we only stayed about 20 minutes. Truth be told, I was pretty much ready to go at that point anyway. Now that Bella is 5, she’s pretty manageable at the playground. Lottie is a different story. I spend my time watching Lottie like a hawk and chasing her around like a crazy person. I have to make sure she doesn’t step in front of a moving swing and get her teeth knocked out. She might stick something in her mouth that she will choke on because everything goes in that kid’s mouth. She might wander into the parking lot or into the ditch that runs alongside the playground. It’s exhausting having to chase her around, pick her up when she gets too close to the ditch, drag her away from the ditch, only to chase her right back over there again, and again, and again. The heart wants what it wants. Lottie’s heart wanted to be in that ditch. Ditch 4-eva.

Meanwhile, even though I’m chasing my 1 year old around, I still need to keep somewhat of an eye on my 5 year old because she still manages to get into trouble. She might be throwing rocks at some other kid or playing too rough with a smaller child. Plus I worry about her getting snatched up by a stranger because I watch the news (and probably too many crime shows). My point is, I have to be “on” all the time.

So anyway, I was chasing my ditch loving, rock eating 1 year old around and all of a sudden, there was Bella, racing across the grass to tell me that she just fell down in the mud. The ground was all soggy and muddy because it had been raining for a million years, or since Monday, whichever, same difference.

Anyway, so there she was, leaping through the grass to tell me she fell down in the mud (which was already obvious the second I looked at her) and she proceeded to slip and fall down in the mud, not one, not two, but three more times.

I cannot even describe how filthy she was. Luckily I had some baby wipes and a towel in the car but that wasn’t enough to get her clean. And wouldn’t you know it, I had just used her extra outfit that I keep in the trunk of my car and hadn’t replaced it, because of course. So there I was, the queen of mess-hating, with this mud covered kid in mud covered clothes. So I stripped off her clothes and put them in a plastic bag, wrapped her in the towel, and put her in her car seat.

By this time, Lottie was screaming because I had been focusing all my attention on Bella and she was ticked off about it. I drove both kids home, got them into the house, and immediately put Bella in the bath. In an attempt to keep Lottie out of the bathroom while I tried to get Bella clean, I distracted her with a snack. That snack happened to be blackberries because I’m trying to give them healthy snacks, yo, be a good mom and all that. What that meant was after about 5 minutes she was totally covered in blackberry juice. It was on her hands, her face, her neck, her hair, in her ears, everywhere. I ended up having to bathe both of them.

Then I got them both out of the tub and dried and lotioned and in their PJs and you would think it was like 10pm or something right? RIGHT? It was 7 freaking 30 and we hadn’t even had dinner yet. This is the point where I have to say: PROPS TO YOU STAY AT HOME MOMS, because I was done. I wasn’t frustrated, because overall, this wasn’t even a bad night. I’ve had bad nights and this wasn’t one of them. I was just exhausted.

So, I made dinner and fed them. Then I set Bella up to work on a teacher appreciation project for school. While Bella worked on that, I played with Lottie, read to Lottie, took Lottie’s 12 month picture (nevermind that she is 13 1/2 months old, okay? I got it done.)

I hate you, mom.

I hate you, mom.

Also, part of the reason that this picture is so late is because I couldn’t find the 12 month sticker. It would make sense that I was able to keep up with them all year until the very last month. I had pretty much decided to just use a sheet of notebook paper, tape, and a Sharpie when my husband found the sticker for me. Yaaaaay, husband.

Then I rocked Lottie, brushed her teeth, and put her down to bed, which took a couple of tries.  After that, I packed up Bella’s teacher appreciation projects and went through tracing her alphabet with her. Then I had Bella brush her teeth, read her a story, and put her to bed.

At the end of the day, I just collapsed into bed. This is more or less how I feel at the end of every day. My back hurts. My eyes are heavy. My hair is a wreck. I’m covered in whatever my kids have wiped all over me. Boogers. Food. Paint. Mud.  If I thought I knew tired before kids, I was crazy, because I DID NOT KNOW TIRED. Every evening it’s as if my body is like, “Okay, so we’re done here right? They’re done? 1 and 5 are perfectly acceptable ages to send them out into the world, right? They can like, go get jobs and stuff now, don’t you think?”

Wrong, body. So wrong. We are still just starting out here. There’s so much more to go. Luckily, in the morning, I’m ready for a new day, well, for the most part. It depends on how they slept, because how my children sleep determines how I sleep. Throughout the week, they may wake up for a variety of reasons like: wetting the bed, nightmares, thirsty, hungry, needing me to turn on the bathroom light so they can go pee, or just because. THEY WAKE UP JUST BECAUSE. Then one of them might wind up in my bed, and be all sweaty and kicky and snore-y. I don’t understand people who want to sleep with their children in the bed. I don’t even want my husband in the bed half the time.

So, there I was: tired, dirty, still kind of hungry because I didn’t fully eat my meal while the kids were eating, which is typical. I laid down in bed and opened my Facebook app and there was a sweet message from a friend, a stay at home mom of one. She was saying she didn’t know how I did it. She didn’t know how I went to work all day and still managed to come home, take care of kids and interact with them, and keep house and cook meals. It was funny timing, because all night long, I had been wondering how in the world stay at home moms did it.

First of all, I really needed to hear those kind words. So, mamas, reach out to your friends and say kind words. You never know when you might be saving them and helping them through a rough night or a hard time.

Second of all, the truth is, we’re all working hard. Parenting is hard and you can’t truly understand it until you do it and are completely responsible for another human being. I’m not just talking about the whole “keeping them alive” part, but providing for them and being responsible for teaching them and disciplining them and molding them into the people they are going to become. It’s exhausting and a tremendous amount of pressure.

Sometimes, the grass is going to seem greener on the other side. Sometimes my stay at home mom friend wishes she could go to work and be with adults and get away. (For the record stay at home mamas, you do need to get away sometimes. You need to have someone else watch your kiddos and do something for you and only you. Go get a pedicure, go for a run, or get some coffee with a friend, and don’t feel guilty about it. You’re still a person, you still have needs, your life is still yours. You give so much of yourself to you children, you need some “you” time to maintain your sanity.) Sometimes I wish I could stay home.

Sometimes I think so many other moms are doing this better than me: stay at home moms, moms of multiples, moms that have more kids than me in general, moms of a child (or children) with a disability. Their jobs as mothers seem so much harder than mine, but they’re obviously pulling it off. Who am I to feel so exhausted or at my limit sometimes? I question myself. Am I doing enough? Am I here enough? Am I patient enough? Am I enough?

The answer is yes. If you care enough to be asking yourself these questions, then yes. If you’re trying your best, then yes. If you love your kids, then YES. You are enough.

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My favorite Christmas gifts

For Christmas I got several things I am in love with and I thought I would share them with you.

 

Lotti Dottie Jewelry

Okay. First of all I like this stuff because my daughter’s name is Lottie and I happen to call her Lottie Dottie. But I really like this jewelry because of the interchangeable charms. I love stuff that I can change or add to. You’re going to see more items like this later in the post. I love my Origami Owl locket and my Pandora charm bracelet, both of which you can add charms to. I like to get something that I feel like isn’t complete, or that I can make my own by making choices of what I add to it.

Lotti Dottie jewelry is a collection of magnetic charms. You get a little key with your jewelry purchase that allows you to pop the magnetic charm out and replace it with another.

 

World’s Softest Socks

My cousin works for this company but I’m a bad cousin and I had never tried them. I finally requested some and my husband got me some and OH MY. Yeah. I think these are the only socks I’m going to wear from now on. Seriously.

 

Nora Fleming Platter

I had never heard of these. I acquired a bread platter in a Dirty Santa exchange and I am in love. The concept is that you only get one set of serving dishes (mostly for entertaining) and you interchange their accessories (called Minis) to make them fit any occasion imaginable. I am now on a mission to get a complete set of dishes from Nora Fleming and start my Minis collection.

 

Ginger Snaps

These are similar to the Lotti Dottie jewelry but instead of magnets, the charms snap into place. I just love stuff like this (obviously) so having several different kinds of them is absolutely okay with me.

 

What were you favorite Christmas gifts? Please share, I love hearing about new stuff so I can become addicted to it…

 

 

 

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Late night thoughts on motherhood.

When my kids are grown and don’t come into my room before dawn and crawl into bed with me, will I miss it? Will I miss those tiny little bodies snuggled against me under the covers on a cold winter morning before the sun rises? My answer right now may change by 5AM tomorrow morning. 

Sometimes I struggle to get out of the house because my oldest daughter insists on a kiss and a hug no less than five times. “Mama,” she will say, “Another hug?” A few minutes later: “Wait! Another kiss, too?” This morning I found myself saying, “Bella, how many times are we going to do this?”

Why? Why did I say that? How many times are we going to do this, indeed. These requests will be short lived, I’m sure. One day she will be a dreaded teenager saying, “Don’t TOUCH me,” and then what? All I will have left are these memories, these memories of when she was so small, and so sweet and demanded hugs and kiss constantly. I have to remind myself of this frequently, specifically when she is climbing me like a tree and acting like she would like to wear me like an article of clothing. I think my children would climb right back into my womb if they were given the opportunity.

So many times, I find myself just counting down the minutes to bedtime. Can I put them down 15 minutes early? Will they notice? The screaming. The needing. The wanting. Mama! Mama! Mama! They test my patience more than I thought they would. The exhaust me more than I thought they would. My life is not my own, it’s theirs. Worrying. Planning. Making. Doing. Rocking. Feeding. Bathing. Wiping. Crying- sometimes them, sometimes me. Motherhood isn’t always pretty. It’s often emotional, exhausting, lonely, and sometimes very ugly. It’s the most selfless thing I have ever done, to give so much of myself to these two tiny humans.

Sometimes I feel so needed that I wish I could just press a pause button and take a few minutes. No one saying my name. No one crying. No one asking questions. No one touching me.

But one day, when I am not so needed, will I miss it? I imagine I will.

 

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The Little Dog and the Witch

Bella has started to draw pictures, and then she will dictate a story to me about her picture and ask me to write it on the back. In case you are interested, here is one of her recent stories, along with its picture:

 

Bella calls this one "The Little Dog and the Witch".

I find it curious that this story is calling “The Little Dog and the Witch,” but yet I see no dog.

 

The story:

The Little Dog and the Witch

A long time ago, one little dog was in the forest and his mom told him it was time for bed, but he thought she said he could have a few more minutes. He tried to find his mom, but she turned into a witch, so he ran away, but Frosty the Snowman came and he turned his mom, the witch, into snow. Then, the puppy went home and found his real mom. The witch was a fake mom. And the puppy told Frosty the Snowman thank you. The end.

 

Clearly, this is a future bestseller.

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Mexico and french fries.

Tonight Bella and I were running some errands when we passed by where my husband works. Bella said, “Look! That’s where daddy works!” I told her she was right and then I asked her if she knew what the name of the place was. She said, “MEXICO!” We have been trying to explain to Bella that Daddy was born and grew up in another country. I think she’s a little confused.

Later I went through the drive through at Zaxby’s and I asked Bella if she wanted anything. She said no, that she wasn’t hungry. However, when she heard me order and realized what I was getting she suddenly realized she was practically starving to death.

“Why is it taking so long? I’m so hungry. I’m starving. I need those french fries. I need them right now. Why is it taking so long? It’s hard being patient. I CAN’T STAND IT.”

She ended up eating all of my fries.

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Stop with your logic, 4 year old.

Bella spilled something and I said, “Ruh Roh.”

Then the following conversation unfolded:

Bella: “What’s a ‘ruh roh’?”
Me: “Well, it’s like ‘uh oh’.”
Bella: “But you didn’t say it right, why did you say it like that?”
Me: “Well, that’s how Scooby Doo says it.”
Bella: “But he’s a dog.  He says ‘ruh roh’?”
Me: “Yes.”
Bella: “Why does he say it like that?”
Me: “Well, he can’t talk well…because he’s a dog.”
Bella: “Dogs don’t talk at all.
Me: “You’re right.”
Bella: “So why does he say ‘run roh’ if he can’t talk?”
Me: “Well, I mean, it’s a cartoon…”
<<<<blank stare>>>>
I win at parenting and explanations.

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Kitty Surprise

One evening shortly after I had gotten home from work, Bella informed me that she would like to go to the toy store to get a new toy. For a couple of years, I could get away with taking Bella to the dollar store or letting her pick an item from dollar bins at Target. Those days have passed, my friends. She knows what a good toy is now and has figured out that they aren’t in dollar bins.

The toy she was asking for is one she found while watching toy review videos on YouTube. I had no idea these types of things existed until I had kids, but they do and they typically have a pretty big following.

Some of Bella’s favorite channels are:

Cookie Swirl C (Here’s a link to random review. Prepare yourself. It’s psychotic. )

Disney Collector (I can stand this one more than Cookie Swirl.)

Anyway, somewhere on the YouTubes, Bella found Kitty Surprise and decided she needed to have it in her life ASAP. I told her no, we were not going out to buy a $25 toy on a random Wednesday, but I would be happy to get it for her if she would save her money for it. She gets a few dollars here or there from us as a reward for putting away toys, helping me clean, and helping with the baby.

She got pretty angry about being told that she would have to save her own money for this object of her desire. She wasn’t entirely irritated by the “having to use her own money” thing, she was more upset at the idea of having to wait.  She realized that she did not have $25 (she doesn’t know exactly how many 25 is, but she knows it’s a lot.) She threw a bit of a tantrum and shut herself up in her room for awhile. About 15 or 20 minutes later, she emerged carrying her art kit. She set up shop on the coffee table in the living room and started working on something by herself. This is a frequent occurrence in our house (the art kit, not the tantrums.) I didn’t ask any questions at that point. At the time, I was feeding Lottie applesauce in the kitchen so I was just glad Bella had calmed down and was playing quietly on her own.

After a few minutes, I happened to look at what Bella was doing and it looked a little interesting, considering the discussion we had just had about saving money. I asked, “Whatcha doin’, Bell?” And she said, “I’M. MAKING. MONEY.”

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Sometime later, after the green paint on the on her money had dried, she stuffed the bills (she made 2) in her purse and sat it by the back door and informed me that DADDY would take her and her money to the store the next day to get her toy.

He didn’t take her because I told him not to; he kinda wanted to because he thinks she is genius for making counterfeit money but I informed him she is also being sneaky and manipulative.  A few days later she was still talking about the toy, but no longer throwing tantrums or whining. Meanwhile, she had actually saved a good bit of money because I happened to post about her money making endeavors on Facebook and then people started donating to her cause.

The other day, I got home from work and started loading the kids up in the car to run some errands. Bella asked where we were going and I told her we were going to the store to get some things. She asked if we were going to the grocery store, and I said no, we were going to Target and she asked if she could get her Kitty Surprise. I said we could find it and see what the price was to see how close she was to saving enough money. She then informed me that we needed to go to Toys R Us (thanks a lot, YouTube toy review videos for being so INFORMATIVE) because that’s where the toy was. Apparently it’s an exclusive item.

So. We went to Toys R Us. She found it, and the box DID say it was a Toys R Us exclusive, so, she was right.

I ended up letting her get it and she used a gift card I had (but I took up the money she had saved, she hadn’t actually saved enough, but I let her go ahead and think she had.) I know, I know. I kinda gave in a little but it became worth it, keep reading.

So anyway, to give you a little information on this coveted Kitty Surprise toy: it’s this mother cat that has a pouch on its stomach that you can open and close back up with velcro. What’s in there? Hedgehogs. I kid, it’s kittens, obviously.

First of all, Bella couldn’t wait until we got home to open the thing, she managed to open the packaging and get that cat out of its box by herself. I can barely accomplish that on my own and I’m usually using box cutters, scissors, knives, and machetes to free her toys from their cardboard prisons.

Then, she eagerly opened up the cat’s pouch to see how many kittens were stuffed up in there. There were 4, in case you were eagerly anticipating that information. She squealed with delight, “LOOK, MAMA, LOOK. THERE ARE FOUR KITTENS! LOOK HOW CUTE THEY ARE! LOOK AT THEM! AWWWWW!”

Then she stuffed the kittens back in the pouch and closed the mama cat back up.

Then the things happening in my back seat started to get a little weird. The next few minutes went something like this:

“Mrrrrrrrrr. Mrrrrrrrr. Meoooooooooow.”

I started staring at Bella in the rearview mirror. She continued with the strange cat moaning and then she started making various voices:

“I…..can’t do it! Mrrrrrrr! Meeeeeeoooowww!!! Mrrrrrrrrrrrr….”

“Yes you can! I can see the baby kitty!”

“Meeeeeeeowwww! Mrrrrrrrrr!”

“I can see it! Here it comes! Here it is, look at your baby kitty! Awwwww isn’t she cute?!?!?”

Meanwhile, I was like, “…..W.T.F.?”

I was legitimately confused on how my child knew specifics about birth but when I told my husband and mother about this occurrence they didn’t seem as surprised. So, I don’t know what it is exactly that Bella is doing on their watch, but I suspect it might involve education about cat births..

 

 

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Bella’s costume ideas for Halloween

Bella has been saying for weeks that she wants to be a butterfly for Halloween. Actually, she wants to be “Butterfly Girl.” She got the idea from one of her “Ladybug Girl” books. She wants ME to be “Ladybug Girl” and her daddy to be “Bumble Bee Boy.” When asked what she wants to be for Halloween, she will consistently give these same answers (except that sometimes she will leave off the who “boy” and “girl” part and just say she wants us to be the specific insects). Her answer for what Lottie will be, however, has not been consistent. One day she didn’t know and seemed confused by the question. One day she said, “Tinkerbell.” But the other morning when asked by her father what she was going to be for Halloween, she said this:

Bella: “I want to be Butterfly Girl. And I want Mommy to be Ladybug Girl. And I want you (Daddy) to be Bumble Bee Boy.”

My husband: “And what is Lottie going to be?”

Bella: “…..a fly.”

And there you have it.

 

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Pay it forward.

This week has been long. Work has been busy. My husband works evenings so when I get home, I usually also have the kids by myself. By the time I get them (when it’s “my” turn) they’re both tired and grumpy because it’s 5 pm and they’ve been up all day and my husband has usually taken them out to various places and activities during the day.  I usually try to do something fun that they are both almost always pretty whiny about. Then I do dinner, bath, story, bed. By then it’s almost 10pm and I’ve still got emails to respond to and laundry that needs to be folded and dirty dishes in the sink and a million other household chores. I try to flop into bed by midnight at the latest.

Then I get up the next day and repeat the whole thing all over again.

Thursday night (last night- or this morning, actually) was particularly awful. The girls started waking up at 4 am. Bella pretty much got UP for the day at 4 am, which may or may be my own fault, because the evening before she fell asleep at just past 8 which I knew would be bad news for me the next day. She usually goes to sleep somewhere between 9:30 and 10. But last night, she just went into my bed, curled up and fell asleep, she was obviously exhausted.  What was I supposed to do, wake her up and make her stay up til 9:30? I thought about it, but I didn’t. Instead, I went ahead and knocked out the chores early and settled in to actually watch a movie. It was Divergent.

Lottie was not asleep, but she was happy to sit in my lap quietly and chew on teethers while I watched the movie.

So, Bella started waking up at 4. She wanted to watch tv. Then she wanted some milk. Then she went to the bathroom and lathered up her hands with soap and couldn’t get the faucet to turn on because her hands were all soapy so she needed me to do it. Then Lottie was crying. Then Bella wanted breakfast. Up until then I had been trying to continue to sleep while leaving Bella to play quietly in her room. Obviously that wasn’t working out, so I gave up and got up for the day.

Then Bella started cocking an attitude with me, which is a serious problem we are having with her at the moment and I’m hoping it’s just a stage. She throws things and attempts to boss us around: “I don’t want to, YOU do it. YOU pick it up. YOU do it. Bring me my juice! YOU get it. YOU do it. I don’t want to. I’m too tired. I’m busy.” We aren’t actually obliging her, but she still continues to shout and try to assert herself. Anyway, I ended up sending to her room until she could behave and speak to me in a more appropriate tone and manner and then she was squalling and crying and calling me mean mommy and telling me she just wanted me to leave her alone and go to work. So that was delightful. What happened to my baby that begged me NOT to go to work because she wanted me to stay home and snuggle with her?

Anyway, by the time I got out of the house I was tired and frustrated and worried about what is going on with Bella.

It was such a bad morning that I decided screw it, I was going to stop for good coffee. I don’t usually stop for coffee anywhere, I just make it at home in the Keurig. But at the end of a long hard week, after a night of very little sleep, on a morning when I had been fighting with my daughter, I felt that good coffee, lots of it, was in order.

So I pulled in Starbucks and it was of course, packed. Then when I kind of got close to the ordering screen, the SUV in front of me had pulled forward, but seriously only pulled forward about a foot, so their entire car was still in front of the ordering screen and I was still waaaaay far away from it. But that didn’t stop the employee on the other end from persistently trying to take my order: “Can I take you order. Hello? Can I take you order? Have we helped you already? Hello? HELLO?” So I was trying to shout at them while I wasn’t close to the screen and they couldn’t hear me and the whole thing was awkward and frustrating and I was cursing myself for thinking that it was “SUCH A GOOD IDEA TO STOP FOR COFFEE!”

By the time I got to the window, I was fuming and just ready to call it quits for the day even though it was only 7am.

But then the Starbucks employee handed me my beverage and said, “The car in front of you paid for yours.”

And suddenly, just like that, my day got a little better.

I’ve read about these random acts of kindness and “pay it forwards” but I’ve never been on the receiving end. It was a definite pick me up at the very moment that I needed it, so thank you for that, kind stranger.

And I will pay it forward on my own soon and hope that my random act of kindness touches someone as much as it touched me today. :)

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