Thank you all so much for holding my hand while I was hyperventilating about seasonal type preparations! Gorgeous points were brought up, healthy perspectives shared and glorious reminders of what's truly important this frantic time of year. Something else that really inspired me is the always inspirational Tiff from Dottie Angel who has the sweetest post on her twelve bits of joy to celebrate this season and so I thought I would kopy kath her on those and make my own little list of Twelve Shticks of Bliss. And here I present to you twelve shots of Kale in his balaclava for perhaps the last time due to his cheeks getting to big for his face britches and his allergy to wool that I'm still not able to talk about!
The First Day of Bliss
Kale's cheeks of course. I can kiss them all day. I start with his cheeks and then he looks up so I can kiss his chubby little chin and sweet patch of skin between his chin and neck.
The Second Day of Bliss
Kale's and Edie's cheeks squished up together. These two are the best of friends reminding me very much of the dynamic happening between my little brother and I growing up. When I was still pregnant I was calculating the age difference and felt what a shame that there will be four whole years between them remembering how my little brother and I were so tight with only a year between us. Not to gloat but these two play the whole live long day in peace and cuteness overload like they were in utero together. Lucky mama!
The Third Day of Bliss
I found my soulmate. I'm talking about Craig, yo. I won the life lottery that beer google-y halloween party night so many moons ago. Look at those cheek genes he carries!
The Fourth Day of Bliss
The beauty of our surroundings. Just like me meeting my soulmate we found us a community and town that sings to our hearts. Sure, it's a long way to town where all the action is but I think I don't think my nerves can take much action these days anyway. And I'm not ready to give up my morning lattes to sooth them yet! Let's keep them on their toes a bit.
The Fifth Day of Bliss
On that note, I can't believe the bond that has formed between me and Miss Daisy the last year and a half. The first year we were just kind of getting to know each other. Now I can see I'm totally in there with her. I remember at the beginning she would shuffle, whack my head with her tail, pee, poop whilst I milk her. Now we have a really romantic routine; she stays put and halfway through milking I let her suck my fingers. Craig thinks it's gross because he sees her lick Meatball's butt but I think it's okay if you keep it in the family.
The Sixth Day of Bliss
We're halfway to twelve and I'm halfway to eighty. I turned forty this year and am grateful for feeling so fabulous. I think sleep's the ticket! All I can say is my face don't bounce back like it use to after a rough night.
The Seventh Day of Bliss
I love my little office I'm sitting at now. Is that superficial? We had thoughts of moving, long story, but probably won't be anytime soon, but have been thinking of how wherever we live I need me a corner of a room at least. I love writing here, creating here and just kind of being in my recharge zone. And then I just look over my shoulder like this (looking over my left shoulder) and I can see Daisy out the window giving me the hairy milk me now already or else I'll shuffle and poop" eyeball.
The Eighth Day of Bliss
My lady friends. I'm a homebody whose energy levels plummets once the kids are in bed causing me to decline a many a Thursday night knit sesh. I think I caught on to a trick that gets me out there though. Meet the ladies for a quick appy at the local restaurant before heading to the designated knit house for desserts. Then I bypass the lethargic let's just sit here and watch Weeds mode I tend to switch to after I read Edie some chapters from her book de jour. And then the laughter and catching up that happens at my ladies circle? Hoo wee! I love me my ladies. Funny, gorgeous, inspiring crew. And of course my besties that I can only catch up with via telephone or who don't knit - I love you too. Thank you for being in my life.
The Ninth Day of Bliss
My cross country skis. I'm starting to sound a little material me thinks! I'm just blown away about how even a half an hour of this at lunchtime makes such a difference in shifting my perspective on things, getting me out there surrounded by and deep breathing in the beauty of what drew us out here to begin with. In the summer, my ninth bliss would be Little Prozac, my cruiser. Bliss on a few metal sticks. And wheels.
The Tenth Day of Bliss
The health of our family unit. Always, always grateful for that!
The Eleventh Day of Bliss
At least three generations of seamstresses and counting! I must have attempted to learn how to sew about six times in my life and I never really got what all the fuss was about until I had kids. Now that I love it it's tricky to find a whole day to really dive into a project. But I'm grateful nonetheless for loving it the way that I do now. And now Edie's turning into a regular sewing fanatic it seems. Kind of cool to see it pass on from generation to generation.
The Twelvth Day of Bliss
My love of communing here with you (ooo, that's sounds saucy!). I'm kind of living out here in luddite land so sometimes at soirees the neighbour folk have no idea what I'm talking about when I mention this favourite pasttime of mine called blogging. It's like you guys get me, know what I mean? Thank you so much for reading me (see, it's so weird, but you know what I mean!). And I'm going to take a bit of a breaky breaky until the new year. Until then, take good care of yourselves and your little units and have the happiest of holidays. Smooch!