Flight of The Gypsy Bird

I was snuggled up with Nacho, today, watching one of his fave movies...Monsters, Inc., and I noticed something I never really paid attention to before.  Mike's perceptive. You know? That little squirt is drama at times...gets worked up pretty quickly. Kinda aggrivating, BUT something else? He's loyal, he's a hopeless romantic, and the MAIN thing that really jumped out at me happened at these moments in the movie: and... In BOTH places, when he had his chance for fame and recognition for all his hard work, something blocked his identity from being realized by the viewer and reader, lol. Poor guy. But what I love the most about this is that in both instances, his friends expected him to be upset about it...and when he gasped, they immediately began to encourage him...but oh no... He was far from upset about it, haha. He was COMPLETELY jazzed that he was "on the COVER OF A MAGAZINE!!!" and that he had been on a commercial. I thi...

Hahaha...running up and down my hallway, at break-neck speeds, are two little munchkins who, I swear, will be the undoing of the structural stability of this house. Daddy, thankYou for these little monsters and thankYou for their zest for life.  I will not resent the constant pounding of stomping feet. I will smile when thier squeals of delight interrupt the 200th attempt to concentrate on the task at hand. I will remember the days when that same noise and feeling on my bare feet intrigued and entertained me too. I will laugh instead of chastise. I will embrace instead of spank. Shoot! I'll join them and we REALLY bring the house down! Abba, only You know what the neighbors will think, HA! Oh, who cares?? Here's to running and stomping and jumping and squealing and screaming and yelling at that TOP OF OUR LUNGS! WOW! THIS IS FUUUUUNNNN!!!!! (to my stunned children) "Why are you looking at me like that??"