Thinking in perspective

My husband commented on my previous post and praised my use of words. Strangely it got me thinking that I didn’t or couldn’t have this kind of pouring of my heart out conversation with him. It turns out that by reading my blog my husband can know what is going on inside my head, one might ask what happen to talking to each other 🙂 ? We do talk, but conversations tend to be filled with the everyday stuff, so we don’t go all philosophical on each other, for going deep I have my journal, aka blog. 

I haven’t been in touch with my fabric designers’ blogs lately, all preoccupied with the doll house. Today I popped in on Heather on http://www.heatherbailey.typepad.com/

and she got me thinking. In my new year’s post I promised myself post about Sara. In last few months she turned into a super cuddles and she loves when you rub her arm. As a baby she hated when you touched her hair, but now she lets me play with her hair a bit, which I love, her hair is so soft and fine.

She will be 3 and ¾ tomorrow 🙂 and I already have her birthday party half planned and all her presents are hiding in the garage. The doll house still needs a bit of work, but considering that I have 3 months to do it I’m in no hurry.

But back to what Heather was talking about. I have a huge box under my bed filled with Sara’s art work from school, most of them are sheer “products”, but she brought some tracing sheets home the other day and I realised that she truly is a preschooler. I know she works on her workbook at school with Miss Lindsay and she does her Montessori work with Miss Elizabeth. Her counting still sucks ;), her brain is not 4 yet for sure, I’m still waiting for the leap, for the light bulb to go off and she will get the quantitative properties of numbers, so far nada :)))

She is quite interested in human body. We have a bunch of books about how body works and she loves her ToCa BoCa doctor game. I try to explain as much as I can and she is really into it. Couple days ago she got a little paper cut on her finger and she ask J if it will affect her oxygen? How funny is that? She also makes sure she “gets her exercise” meaning she runs the laps in the house :))))

Heather wrote some “essays to my daughter”, I don’t think I want to go that far just yet, but looking back on my own mom I wish to know her better. Luckily I have the luxury of being able to ask her that very question. I would like to write down for my daughter (in case she never gets to ask) what makes me happy. There is no particular order to that list, so here we go

25 things that make me happy (2012)

1 sunshine 

2 cuddles with Sara

3 great meal that I cooked

4 my own freshly baked bread

5 digging in the dirt

6 admiring the results of work in the garden or my lovely flower planters

7 new shoes

8 bike rides

9 great music

10 vacations with my family

11 my iPhone and iPad 

12 making the doll house

13 clean counter top when I wake up in the morning

14 good coffee

15 letters from my mom

16 swimming in warm ocean

17 snorkeling

18 skiing

19 tidy house

20 ironing

21 ironed pillow case and freshly made bed

22 friends 

23 my husband

24 flower arangments

25 sleep

This is my today’s version of happiness list, what is on your list?