The cure for sad

Lorelei (age 2.5)  woke up before us this morning. When we made it out to the living room I found puddles of water in a few different places, and a squirt bottle on the floor. I asked her--

"Did you squirt that?"

"Yes..." the toddler replied.

"Did you just squirt it on the floor?"

"No, I squirted the kitty cats!"

"Why'd you squirt the kitty cats?" I inquired

"Because they were sad!" she said proudly, "they needed to be happy!"


hehehe.. toddler logic.

Nature love

"Come here sweetie" I said to Lorelei as we walked through the field. "Come see this plant."

She bent down and looked at it, "What is it mommy?"
"It's a mullein plant" I tell her, "touch it, it's soft. Some people call it Lamb's Ears"
She reached out and touches a leaf-- "It's fabric! Mommy, it's fabric. It's not a leaf, it's fabric!"

I got a spider bite walking through that field. It swelled up the size of a tennis ball. That moment was worth it.