Yep. Once again, we’ve watched Little Shop of Horrors.
He hasn’t been feeling well lately, poor teeny dude, so we’ve just been snuggling and watching Audrey II sing about being hungry—and you’d better feed her, because she sure gets cranky when you don’t… that’s what it’s all about, right? It’s a perfectly fine movie for small children to watch. I was totally obsessed with it as a kid, look how I turned out!
Look how glued he is to it! He seriously loves this movie.
He’s so funny. I’ve given him plenty of normal stuffed animals to love, but ever since I broke out the Halloween decorations, his favorite stuffed animal is this darling bear.
He takes good care of it. He gives it drinks and feeds it his bottle. I got thinking about how one day, he’s going to be all big and I’ll say to him, “You were such a cute baby.”
I hate that—“were.” So much weight rests upon that word, weight as cold and heavy as the snow upon the mountains—at least, when you’re living in the good ol’ days. Because the good ol’ days might very well be the days you’re in right now. And if you’re caught up in how you think life is “supposed” to be, or the things you think you’re “supposed” to be doing, you might very well be missing them. Some things are simply more important than others. Chores can wait. You don’t have to go to *all* the things. There’ll be more things and the to-do list will still be there, but the days of childhood are numbered
—my older boys are almost grown, 😭 they were the cutest babies!—
and opportunities slip on by. I have to remind myself on a pretty regular basis to step back, admire the *now* and take a moment to cherish the things my life that shine like the stars in the sky, because
I seriously don’t want to miss these good ol’ days. The other things—the ones that, if I really think about it, can wait or just really don’t matter—just aren’t worth it. They aren’t worth missing these days over