A Wowadowa Day

If I keep a green bough in my heart, the singing bird will come. ~ Chinese Proverb

Some days are just perfect.

These days aren’t the exceptional ones, where I have someone send me to a spa unexpectedly or something like that (although that was AWESOME and Loving Husband might want to remember that Mother’s Day is coming. HINT. HINT.)

These are the days when everything goes smoothly. Days full of small, unexpected pleasures, warm breezes and sunshine.

Yesterday was like that.

Baby woke up earlier than usual, all cheerful smiles. He nursed well and was happy to play independently while I ate my breakfast. When it was his breakfast time, he ate all of his cereal and smiled around at the kitchen as if he’d never seen it before and found all our broken, greasy gadgetry to be perfectly charming.

When our landlord called unexpectedly to tell me that he’d be at the house in three minutes to fix our drippy kitchen sink, somehow I managed not to get upset at the lack of warning and the fact that I was still in my pajamas and had half my hair sticking up weirdly. Something about the day allowed me to take it all in stride.

Baby finished his breakfast while watching our landlord with fascination. He then played happily in the living room (Baby, not the landlord) while our kitchen sink was disassembled.

When the landlord announced that he couldn’t reassemble the sink, and that he’d be back in a couple of hours with a plumber, I could have seen red. But I didn’t. I just smiled and said okay.

Even when he returned an hour earlier than promised, just after Baby had fallen asleep and I was about to take a shower, I was fine with it (who am I? If it weren’t for the magic of the day, I’d be looking for pods in my own closet.) I just showered and ate my lunch while the plumber did his thing.

When I returned to the kitchen, clean and fed, the remarkably pleasant plumber (named Harold, by the way) had replaced our faucet with a brand-new one which has not dripped even once. Outstanding!

Baby took an epic nap, waking a full hour later than usual, which gave me the time not only to refresh myself for the rest of the day (as well as vacuum and sweep) but to start to actually miss the little bugger.

We went on an outside walking adventure which involved a police helicopter and many police cars, all with lights and sirens blaring (this is bad for the people involved in the ruckus at the park, but EXCELLENT from the point of view of a baby in a stroller watching proceedings. This was made even better by the fact that, for no particular reason, I chose not to angle my walk through the park but rather around it, which may well have avoided turning the rather lovely day into something really, REALLY bad.)

Loving Husband got home not too long after we finished our afternoon adventure, and took over feeding Baby his dinner and wrapping up the day.

Seeing it all written, it doesn’t seem so very special. It was just a day. But somehow, one mellow baby plus one mellow and energetic mommy added up to the kind of day that I wish happened more often. Baby put it best, when we were playing on the floor: he looked up at me with his beautiful blue eyes and a big smile on his face and said, “Wowadowa!”

Wowadowa indeed, my love. Wowadowa indeed.

Have you had any Wowadowa days lately?

9 responses to “A Wowadowa Day

  1. Who are you, and what have you done with my daughter???

  2. HI! I am so glad you stopped by my blog (I think it was from SITS?) because I also started out blogging about making homemade baby food, and I have added a bit more in as I have gone along. Looking forward to reading about your adventures!

    • Yes, it was from SITS! This was the first time that I participated, and it’s been loads of fun. Glad to know there are other moms out there who think the way I do!

  3. We all need more wowadowa days!!!

  4. Oh my god I love that picture!

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