The little things.

One thing, of many, that I love about my son is how easy he is to please.

Is he bored with his toys?  Get a large cardboard box.  He will play in and with it until it is no longer identifiably a box but appears to be just a piece of ratty cardboard.

If you want to make his morning?  Take him for a ride on the bus.

If you need something to amuse him so you can do outdoor chores?  Use the hose to make a puddle on the driveway.

Having trouble getting him to eat ((This is not a common occurence, the boy loves his food, but when he is stressed by visitors it does happen))?  Sit on the floor with him and call it a picnic.

He doesn’t want to settle down for the night?  Ask him if he wants to sleep on the floor, it will be lights out in no time.

Blow bubbles, get out the vaccum cleaner, convince one of the dogs (but not both at once!) to play “fetch,” pull up a train video on YouTube, lay on the lawn and watch the airplanes…any one of these things will make his face (and my heart) light up with joy.

It really is all about the little things.  It’s taken me an awful long time to learn this and I might not ever have done so without him showing the way.