It's the little things

So this year on our anniversary we decided that we would go out ALONE. We always take the kids with us cause we feel so guilty. It started out with Bo cutting his chin and going to the ER so that night was out. Last night Roland worked late and supposedly the ticktets to Sex and the City were sold out. Well, I had fun with Lauren anyway. She loves to look outside the window from her little play house. We bought that play house for Kari one Christmas I think she was only 2. Anyway, she stands on that little chair and doesn't learn cause she's fallen several times and still gets right back up, lol. Lately we've been singing Happy Birthday to her and she gets all chiflada. She starts laughing and kicking and then we say Yay! and she'll start clapping...she looks so adorable. This morning I was checking my emails and Bo told me he had to wash his hands so I told him to pull up a chair and do it himself. I heard the water running for a while but ofcourse I didn't pay attention. By the time I turned around he had spilled the whole bottle of dishwashing soap in to the sink and had a big mound of bubbles. I started to get mad at him and he put his little hands on his hips and said angrily "Loot at what the soap did". So I just let him have fun with it. I usually get all worked up and get mad at them but my dad always tells me that atleast they are healthy and we would rather them be doing their travesuras than for them to be sick in bed or something. So I think I'm gonna loosen up...after all it's the little things that make me smile.