Mom-ninja level: 0

I put the little guy down for his second nap of the day. It was a great success: he fell asleep without needing to be nursed or rocked, and since I didn't swaddle him, I was able to tuck a blanket tightly around him without him waking up. All I had to do from there was extricate myself stealthily from the living room and let him nap away...

From my lying position on the couch, I sat up...onto a crinkly toy. I put my feet onto the floor...and kicked a rattle. Standing up...a jingly ball rolled into my vacant spot on the couch.  Tip-toeing from the room...I knocked a pen onto the glass table-top.

...and my little guy slept through it all...phew!

Like Chandler's gum

One of the most ridiculously coldest days out ever (-42°C) and I was struck with a moment.  Freezing cold as it was outside, the sun was streaming in the windows, warming all of the rooms it touched. I was in the kitchen with the sunshine pouring in through the glass patio doors. A pot of congee was cooking on the stove, steaming up the tops of the windows. Ed Sheeran softly played from the radio and the house was quiet as Malcolm was upstairs putting the baby down for a nap. The dishes were done and all plans for the day had been cancelled due to the extreme cold outside, and yet there I was having a perfectly warm and cozy moment inside. It was good.
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This was what was playing during my moment: