This afternoon, my family took a moment to celebrate. Full-voice whoops of excitement, high fives and tens all around, jumping and spontaneously dancing to no music at all, running around in circles at high speed. We had just done a dry-run install of the baby‘s car seat, and found a way to get a safe and correct install of all three kids’ seats in the back of our entry-level sedan.
And yes, it absolutely is a red-letter day.
This is what my life has come to.
So, I made a list of similar occurrences. Because lists are a major part of how I cope, obviously.
Major but Trivial-Sounding Victories of Our Early Parenting Years:
- Númenor’s feet were finally long enough that storebought newborn socks didn’t have ridiculous-looking empty heels flopping around halfway up his calf.
- I found a stain-fighting solution that took out Númenor’s iron supplement.
- Ithilien slept through the garbage trucks coming down our street.
- I modified a recipe for a breakfast cookie so that it met all my criteria for a young toddler’s diet and didn’t taste like crap to me, either.
- Númenor and Ithilien sat through a whole Chekov play without being disruptive.
- I said “Well, it’s up to you.” and I meant it.
- Ithilien decided that yes, sitting on your butt and scooting down the stairs WAS something that he could survive.
- Númenor went a whole week with the same sheets on his bed.
- Ithilien didn’t mind that his orange shirt with the monster on it was now too small for him and wanted to make sure we would put it into storage until the baby was big enough to wear it.
- Númenor “read” a book to Ithilien so I could take a quick shower, and they were still “reading” together when I got back.
- Ithilien spent a whole car ride talking about the interesting things outside his window instead of screaming hysterically for unknown reasons.
- We invented the high-pitch OR high-volume rule.
- Númenor chose to go back to his own bed in the middle of the night instead of coming into our bed.
- Ithilien let me brush his hair, even though he had some tangles that needed working out.
- I found a way to fit both small beds into the nursery in yet another house.
- Númenor turned off the nature documentary he was watching and went outside to play.
- Ithilien put his dishes in the sink immediately after he finished eating.
- Númenor sat still while I dug a deep and painful splinter out of his foot.
- Ithililen asked for more salad.
- Númenor said “Can it be bedtime now? I am tired.”
It really is the little things that make life worth living, isn’t it?