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This one's for my husband

Yesterday my husband told me that he found my blog posts negative...I asked him if I sounded unhappy? Or even if I looked unhappy? He didn't think so, but still found my postings somewhat negative. I looked down at the list of 4 ideas I had jotted down - 3 out of the 4 may be construed as "negative" but they are things that happen in my day, and frankly the nice, sweet, sentimental stuff doesn't have great entertainment value (sad to say). So.. despite the fact that this is my blog, and I can write what I want, I decided that I wouldn't want people to think that I am bitter or unhappy about being at home - I'm not.

We have had such great weather outside these days, how can I, who can go out as I please (and not sit in some windowless cube all day), not be accommodating and be positive. While it is true that I do miss some things about work, if I was at work I'd miss lots of fun things about being at home.

For example, Liam almost falling over backward because he was watching an airplane fly by or Liam almost walking straight into the wall because he was trying to stomp on his shadow, or Liam saying (or almost saying) the word "paper". And all before lunch!

I could go on that my two favorite smells are the stinky-sweet smell of his sweaty baby feet (but he cannot compare to Lucas' which were championship-class) and the stinky smell of dribble in his hair after his afternoon nap, that trickled from his mouth, past his ear to perfume his hair.

I could complain that there was noone to capture the picture-perfect moment of us swinging together on the swing after lunch, when he leaned back into me and relaxed, with his little baby hands resting on my legs - he may even have fallen asleep! But it's there in my memory. These things I would miss and more if I was frantically working on a powerpoint while on a conference call.

Now that wasn't very funny was it?

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