If you're happy and you know it...

Since Ive had my boys, I've picked up the hobby of sweating. I am SO warm, ALL of the time. So by the time I get through a diaper change with Superman on speed Carter, I pretty much need to change my clothes, I get so hot. But the sweating isn't even the worst part of the diaper change...it's the impossibleness of it all. The second you lay that kid on the floor, his back arches, his left leg goes up, his right leg flips back, his arms twist, his hand turns inside out, he kicks, he does the worm, his head bobs, and it's that VERY minute that he wants that toy that's under the crib REALLY REALLY bad. It's game on for him. And the objective of the game is to make the diaper change the absolute worst experience of your life. Every. Single. Time. So I've come up with the best distraction tactic that I can think of...I sing "If you're happy and you know it".

I feel the whole situation is the epitome of irony. I am so cursed mad when I change him...I have to hold back the profanity. And yet, behold, I am singing "if you're happy and you know it", when I feel like shouting at the top of my lungs;

"WWWWWWHHHHHHHYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!"

Attitude

The boys are sleeping. Mike is painting. I am drinking wine and writing. All is right in the world.

But seriously, I do feel like all is right in the world. Sometimes--well more then sometimes, actually--everyday, I think about how lucky I am. I am so blessed to be living the life that I am living. I have two beautiful, bouncing, bubbly, blonde, baby boys. They are so amazing and despite the hair-pulling they make me want to do on a daily basis, I am head over heals in love with them. Those smiles...those smiles just melt my heart. It's incredible what a child's smile can do to a parent. So much power lies between those lips.

And my husband...he is everything I could have ever asked for in a husband (I would like to bring your attention back to the second sentence of this blog; "Mike is painting". It's 9:24 pm on Sunday night, and he's painting Connor's room. Why? Definitely not because he wants to--I don't even think he likes the color I've picked out--because I want him to. That's why! And THAT, my friends, is love). He is truly my better half, and the reason I love life the way I do. He makes me laugh every single day, several times a day. My dad always jokes that I only encourage Mike's stupid humor by laughing at everything he says. But he is really funny! They say "Distance makes the heart grow fonder", but I believe that it is in fact laughter that makes the heart grow fonder.

I'm getting off topic now... I think there is a lot to be said for the approach we take in life and the attitude we decide to approach life with. I like to think that I am a very positive person, and I truly believe in the power of our words and the power of our attitude. I make it a point to verbalize how happy I am. To tell my kids how proud I am of them, how smart they are, how talented they are, how sweet they are. I make a point to tell my husband how intelligent he is, how happy he makes me, how hard he works. I make a point to not gossip with my girlfriends about how "crappy my husband is", or "how hard life is" or "how tough marriage with young children is". I believe that if you speak it, it will become reality. And it works both ways; for better or for worse.

I know we aren't perfect, but we're perfect to me. And I believe it's because we have made a decision to be happy. Life is hard. Of course it is! We have bad days. Of course we do! But loathing in self pity will get you no where! 

I'm on my second glass of wine and starting to get light headed...I didn't plan on writing on this topic tonight; I sort of just let my fingers lead the way. 

Think happy thoughts. Profess happy thoughts. Be happy!

It's working for me :)