I love New Year. Not the actually night, but the fact it is passed and we’ve been given a whole 12 months to have a go at. I’m also a great believer in positive blogging – thinking happy, if you will.
So when Mummy From The Heart started Reasons To Be Cheerful, 1, 2, 3 I was delighted to join in. She’s got one of those linky things if you fancy it.
Here are my Reasons To Be Cheerful, 1, 2, 3
It’s 2011. A new year and a whole load of possibilities. 12 months to do all the things on the list and (quiet voice, fingers crossed) for us nothing has gone wrong yet. There are 358 days yet to seize.
My Boys like to communicate. But each in their own way. Boy One – once taciturn – now chats to me, himself and anyone else, and, furthermore, sometimes listens to the answers. Boy Two has a new phone. His first text to me read: “I want sum lunch.” Things have improved. Boy Three is shaping up as a child who can get his message across. “Mine”, “toast”, “stuck.” and “out” are pretty effective while “reen” (tangerine), “Daisy” (Upsy Daisy) and “no” (snow) are just plain cute.
I’m a pound lighter than I was a month ago. Might not sound much, but all things considered is a result. There was even an unseemly evening spent in very intimate proximity to the Panther’s Christmas jelly bean box, usually a disastrous situation. Now, thanks to a Thinking Slimmer slimpod – I don’t have the usual January bulge to battle. So the march back into most of my clothes continues and I’m determined to get there before they are deemed vintage.