This is not really a blog post. It is more like a random kitteh snuggle that has ended up with me pleading with my husband to allow said kitteh to inhabit our house. There were two babies – one boy and one girl who were randomly abandoned and promptly given a home by my friend Brigitte and are being bottle fed until they are old enough to go home with me someone who loves them. The boy totally worked the system giving me lots of hugs, licks, snuggles and purrs. For the record, I totally respect a man a cat who is not afraid to grovel.

My friend Mary Kate captured the kitteh shamelessly sucking up to me.

It totally worked.  I am in love.

You know I found a fun interview with Audrey Hepburn the other day and as I was reading through it I came across this quote from her:

” I believe in pink. I believe that laughing is the best calorie burner. I believe in kissing, kissing a lot. I believe in being strong when everything seems to be going wrong. I believe that happy girls are the prettiest girls. I believe that tomorrow is another day and I believe in miracles.”

It got me thinking of the simple things that bring us joy.  So, just for fun, I decided to compile my own Audrey-type  list.  What is on yours?

THINGS I BELIEVE IN:

Fairies
Laughing so hard that you pee your pants
Pink hair
Santa Clause and the magic of Christmas
Dancing without insecurity or care
That swinging can erase all of life’s troubles
That all people are inherently good, decent and kind
That every day brings a new opportunity for joy
That there is magic in even the smallest things
That love is the answer to everything

Spending time with your little ones can be devastating to your self-esteem sometimes. They can be pretty frank with their opinions and observations.

Case in point… I was spending time with one of my little men this morning.  We were having, what I thought, was a nice meaningful mom-and-son conversation filled with love and happiness and all of that terrific Hallmark card kind of sappiness.  I was enjoying myself.

Then out of the blue, and in mid-sentence, my youngster says to me, “You know what momma?”

“What, honey?

“You have wrinkles.  Didja know that?”

Terrific.  He then proceeded to point out (in case I hadn’t spotted them yet) all of the various places on my face where the wrinkles were now residing.

THRILLING conversation, people.  Thrilling.

It was not exactly a Hallmark moment anymore.  Especially when he pointed out that MY HUSBAND, who is a good five years older than me, does not have any.

I should have grounded him.  Instead I walked calmly away and did a Google search on Botox.

UPDATE (3 days later): The psychological torture continues. My oldest just told me I looked like I was going to have a baby.  My husband hushed him and explained why that wasn’t necessarily considered a nice thing to say to a woman who is actually NOT pregnant.  He seemed genuinely puzzled when he said, “But dad, she DOES.”