NELG

I was being a jabberwocky to my brother (and my kid ) when they got stuck on that level.

Two words. The words themselves seem insignificant, but in context they mean so much to me. And now I'm crying, but for the right reasons.

And sorry if a lot of my posts are a bit odd at the moment and don't make sense.

chex wrote:When I was a kid, my family would have "no electricity night." After my mom made dinner, we'd turn off the lights and the TV, then eat dinner by candlelight and oil lamps. After dinner, we left the candles oil lamps burning while we played board games together.

This. I love this so much. It kind of reminds me when I lived back with my mother and my brother. It was just the three of us in Crete and we had a really bad storm hit that knocked the power out in my area of town. My mother and brother were not a fan though and chose to get a hotel for the remainder of the night as it was still quite early. But I chose to stay behind, light a bunch of candles, and put a puzzle together. Was probably the most relaxing day of my life that year.

That when my sister in law is ranting at someone About something, she has my brother read it before she sends it off, and had him make sure it's an appropriate thing to say.. Basically a "jabberwocky filter"(her own words).

I occasionally act as a "stupidity filter" for my husband.

Having friends who are understanding of my batshit moments.

A kitten purring on my chest in the morning.

Another kitten sleeping on my desk in the evening.

Apple Jack giving me magic marker tattoos and pedicures.

The fact that, because of this, Corn Pop thinks magic markers are called "tattoos."

Extra cuddle time with my big girl after the little two are in bed.

Hearing Corn Pop humming Brahms Lullaby, which is the same song that Froot Loop hums to her.

Today a kid I met yesterday decided that she wanted to make me a paper heart. This was just after another kid who I met about five minutes beforehand had drawn me because I told her to sit and have some water when she had a stomach ache.

Little kids are amazing .

I usually tell the kids to stay in their own room, and every night, AJ ends up in FL's room with her. I go up every night and escort him back to his room. Tonight I didn't hear him move rooms, so I didn't go up stairs until I found one of FL's favorite blankets and decided to bring it to her. She was already sleeping, but AJ was laying next to her, awake. He starting climbing over her to go back to his room. I lightly pushed him back down, and put the blanket over both of them. His eyes got huge, and he whispered, "you're letting me stay!?" I told him he could stay, and he snuggled against FL, holding her like she was a giant teddy bear. I love those sweet moments like that.

My friend decided I needed a nickname and started calling me Chobi Wan Kenobi. She's one of the only ones who's actually started using my name .