Happiness happens in so many small ways throughout our days, like when E cracks up at the dogs (who are usually not actually doing anything), or when he burrows into my neck when I pick him up after his nap. But my favorite, hands down my very favorite, is when we read books together.
I've been reading to E since he was a week old (though I was also fond of reading to him in utero). It was the only thing I could think to do with a very alert newborn who still wanted to be held a lot (can you blame him?). At 8 months our reading sessions are a little more interactive than they were at the beginning; E can turn the pages, and I can gauge how interested he is in the story by how squirmy he is. Sometimes he babbles at the page, and often he tries to shove the book in his mouth (which I do try to discourage; board books are sturdy but they are no match for baby drool).
If you've been a parent to small children you know that sometimes you have to make happiness happen. Sometimes naps are too short, or plans are derailed for whatever reason. Whenever the day isn't going as well as it could, I like to pull out a few books and read to E. Sharing books is one thing I was most looking forward to about becoming a mama, and it always helps me find my center again. Happiness happens as we read about a friendly little blue truck, a precocious pig named Olivia, and a bunny that wants to runaway.
How does happiness happen in your house?
This post is sponsored by Happy Family. All opinions are my own.