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it's hard to be unhappy

snuggle party!
last night, i was in a little bit of a funk. no particular reason, just feeling emotionally iffy. it happens sometimes to all of us, i suppose. my husband wound up having to be out late for a meeting, so it probably didn't help that he wasn't home, but i was already feeling somewhat yuk.

fortunately for me, it is nearly impossible to be unhappy around my child. we had a lovely snuggle party on the couch while we watched the olympics, and it was so good for my psyche.

perhaps the highlight was a wonderful game we've invented together. here's how it works:

i shout, "i love john!" as loud as i can.

john giggles, and shouts back, "i love mommy!"

i shout back again, "i love john!"

he shouts back again, "i love mommy!"

repeat ad nauseum - or at least until the next synchronized diving event comes on. (john calls it "jumping" and loves to watch it.)

this morning, the snuggle-buggy-ness continued, as he bundled up on the couch with a blanket and watched "today" - because swimming was on. we played the i love you game again in the car, and he happily skipped (literally) off to school.

depression is not even possible with this kid around.

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