Do you ever have one of those days where everything just feels perfect? I mean, the day has had plenty of things that were not ideal – like Kellan deciding to start OUR DAY at 3:50 this morning, the headache I had (that is finally starting to subside)…but a day where you just feel…blessed. Loving everything about your life – perfect, not perfect, it doesn’t matter. You just have this bubble in your heart that is full of happiness and love and gratefulness.
That is today for me.
Just thought I’d share.
Anyway, how did our little five-day vacation with the whole fam-damily get even better?
When you get a delivery the day before Thanksgiving that looks something like this:
This child was ECSTATIC about all of the yogurt. Can’t you tell?
Awhile back, I posted a picture of Kellan going to town on a container of Chobani. He LOOOOOVES yogurt, especially when he is the one to control where it goes, how much makes it into his mouth versus squished in his fingers and toes and spread all over the place.
This kind of event requires a giant towel, a sponge at the ready (because dried yogurt on anything may as well be concrete), a good attitude coupled with a sense of humor and the knowledge that there will be a bath in the very near future.
One of my in real life friends was all, “I wanted to like that picture…I really did…but I just couldn’t. It hurt my soul!”
She’s trying to be more blasé about messes, like me, and allow her little one to play in the yogurt. Or mud. Or whatever. One day. Maybe. I don’t think it’s happened, yet.
Do I enjoy dealing with the yogurt aftermath?
I mean, there are worse things to have to clean up, amiright?
I just figure he’s learning and having fun and the mess is going to happen one way or another, so if we’re gonna do it, we may as well be all in. I’m not a messy person at all. I get really crazy when things are cluttery or messy or just. not. organized.
Except with Kellan. I don’t get crazy with his messes.
Anyhow, I posted that picture to Twitter with a note to Chobani, telling them how much he loved their yogurt. Because he does. Like, really. loves. it.
A whole case of yogurt to keep Kellan happy.
You’re sending me a case of yogurt just….because?
Who are you, Chobani?
I’ll tell you who.
Awesome is who.
I didn’t realize companies like this still existed…I mean, I’m sure they do but this is the first time anything like this has ever happened to us. Granted, we are CHO fans for life, now. Tim was all, “we’re never buying any other kind of yogurt EVER. AGAIN. How nice! I can’t believe they did that….did I tell you I better only see Chobani in our refrigerator, woman who buys the groceries?”
Yes, dear, who makes the money I love to spend.
PS: Seriously, Chobani. If you happen to actually read this…THANK YOU. Kellan loves it and your gesture was beyond kind. Love, CHO Lifers.
PPS: You all should convert strictly to Chobani.
PPPS: They didn’t ask me to write this or link to them every single time I wrote their name. They didn’t ask for anything. That’s the beauty of it. It was a gift, pure and simple.