Tuesday's Love and I'm Better Off Without Lists...

 Love List...

• My new baskets for my bench area.  I have been waiting for the perfect find.  Baskets that were unique and screamed my name.  I finally found them.  Take a look.  Those amazing flowers are up-cycled baseballs.  How awesome is that?  My favorite is this old school picnic basket with a similar cored baseball.  I'm in love with it.  They will hold our hats and mittens perfectly.  
• Bella Patina.  The amazing new store in downtown Kalamazoo that has too cool refurbished furniture, up-cycled items, and awesome unique accessories.  I loved every single item in the store.  The only reason I walked out with just the three baskets is that we walked in ten minutes before closing on Saturday night.  I. Must. Go. Back.
• Jillian has been referring to Myles as "My Myles" all week.  I love it.
• Despite the fact that Myles was sick from Thursday to Sunday, he was in amazing spirits.  He tried so hard to stay in a good mood, even though my poor baby was shivering from his fever.
• Jillian, in her pure innocence, accepts compliments with grace and happiness.  So many women (myself included) have trouble accepting compliments.  I could learn from her ease and self confidence (in moderation).  She can handle any compliment without refuting the validity of the compliment, like I so often do (and was told so by a very smart woman today).  Although, sometimes maybe she is a little too confident than would be socially acceptable by an age over three.  In complimenting her, "You are so cute, Jillian,"  once in a while you will receive an, "I know" response.  I guess modestly and humbleness is a learned trait?
• Myles is so excited about his half birthday next week.  He is planning an elaborate putt-putt family outing for this weekend.  The countdown has begun.
• Anytime Jillian finds an article of clothing that is too small, she wants to save it for her new (in utero) baby cousin, Josephine.

I'm Better Off Without List...

• Running too soon after dinner.  I never knew I could belch like a man that had too much beer.  I can.  Guess that old wives tale to wait an hour after eating rings true...
• Sleepless nights.
• Riding Myles' Razor Scooter.  Let's be honest...I'm just not coordinated enough for it.
• That Subway yeasty smell that sticks with you all day long.  No need to ask where I went to lunch today...you can smell it.