Tommy the Turkey Has Ten Feathers or So I’ve Heard
I haven’t taken one single picture of anything today. As a result you are left to read this blabbering without any photographs to distract you from the writing and for that I apologize.
I’m thankful for my friends and family members that love and support me.
I’m thankful for my loving husband and our two beautiful children.
I’m thankful for our cozy house and the means we have to provide for our little family.
Happy Thanksgiving, y’all.
My mother-in-law’s birthday was Monday. Grandma C is awesome. She has a lot on her plate right now, but she still does so much to help us out with the children. We would be lost without her. Saying “thank you” just seems so inadequate. Happy, happy birthday! We love you bunches!
Still Searching for that Lost Salt Shaker
While I was away over the weekend, Bubby made me a key lime pie from scratch for my birthday! He even did the dishes. What a sweetie pie! I think he likes me. He says he doesn’t cook, but I think this qualifies. It is as yummy as it looks. He’s a keeper.
Juju is a Mama!
As followers of this blog probably know by now, Juju is my oldest and dearest friend. We grew up together, we have known each other our whole lives and have been BFF’s since I was in junior high, so basically forever. I was beyond thrilled to be able to be with her during the birth of her first child. Alexa Reece Poole was born at 12:48 am on November 22. She was 21 inches long and weighed 10 pounds and 3 ounces! No, that is not a typo! She’s the sweetest little monster of a baby you have ever seen. I spoke to Juju this afternoon and their first night at home went very well. Mama and baby are both doing just fine. Lexi, you are so lucky to have a sweetheart of a mommy (and daddy is pretty great, too). Juju, you are gonna be great at this, I just know it.
I Want Her to Call Me Lulu
I’m off to Juju’s for a few days. She’s having her baby tomorrow! EEEEEKKKK! I have been on pins and needles for weeks, jumping up every time the phone rings thinking it will be her. So, I shall return next week, hopefully with pictures of a sweet new baby girl! Think happy baby thoughts for us.
P.S. Here’s a big shout out to my in-laws (bro-in-law, sis-in-law, mom-in-law & dad-in-law) for helping out with the kids in my absence. You’re the best!
Spreadable Fruit and Air Supply
My daughter is not a big eater. This week, due to a crazy growth spurt of some sort, she has been requesting various food items on a regular basis, which is totally not like her. Requests for corn-syrup infused candy or marshmallows? Yes. Requests for sandwiches and grapes? Not so much.
Tonight she requested a “jelly sandwich” and it is Friday night and I am sitting at home with two small children waiting for my husband to return from that nefarious land known as “Work”, so I gave her not one jelly sandwich, but two jelly sandwiches, which she devoured in five minutes flat. As I was preparing the second sandwich (Smucker’s Simply Fruit seedless black raspberry and a hamburger bun — I need to go to the grocery. Don’t judge me.) I used all of the jelly and thought “We’re all out of jelly.” which led me to think of the lyrics to this song which led me to think of a particular high school boyfriend and all of my superfluous teenage angst and heartbreak when he up and moved away and left me behind which led me to think “God, please let the girls be like their daddy and not care about affairs of the heart until they are older. Much, much older.” which led me to think “Fat chance, sister.” Didn’t I suffer enough for all three of us? Can’t they just skip over all of that nonsense? Pretty please? And then I thought about all of the break-ups and longing and tears I’d been through in my youth and how if I hadn’t gone through all of that, every bit of it, I wouldn’t have met Bubby and I wouldn’t have my two beautiful girls and then my brain exploded.
And on that note, I must leave you with this. You’re welcome.
How Many Days Until Nov. 3, 2009?
Last week (was it only a week ago?) Bubby and I journeyed to New Harmony for our annual anniversary get-away. We stayed three nights this year and it was the first time Lokie spent the night away from home and the first time she spent that much time away from us. I think everything went ok with the kids while we were gone. The worst my sweet, sweet mother-in-law said was that Lokie was “a handful”. But she was teething something fierce last week and I’m fairly certain (based on her hideous behavior when we got home) they pretty much just held her for four solid days. Not that I can blame them.
We had a really good time and the days flew by, of course. When we checked in to our room the people in the room next to ours were outside romping on the grass with their two kids. And I thought, “You have GOT to be kidding me.” We leave home for four days and the people in the room next to us brought THEIR BABY. Every time I heard him cry I started to jump up and see what was wrong. Oh, wait. I don’t have to do anything. I left mine at home. But they were gone the next day, so all was well.
We walked all over town, rode bikes as much as we could, did a little shopping, a little movie watching, a LOT of CNN watching and a lot of eating and drinking. I gained six freaking pounds in four days. Tom The Bartender, we can’t wait til next year.
Additional pics can be seen on flickr, if you’re into that sort of thing.
Three Amazing Things
OK, maybe “amazing” is overstating things a bit, but here are some recent strange happenings from my life:
- One day last week Lokie and I went to the grocery to pick up a few things while Arwyn was at school. I inadvertantly left my bag in the grocery cart in the cart return thingee in the parking lot. I did not discover this fun fact until I had driven all the way home and pulled into my garage. I immediately hauled ass back to the store, trying not to throw up the whole way, screeched to a stop in front of the cart return and saw my purse still in the front of the cart where I had left it in my rush to load groceries and baby into the van. Every single item was still in my purse: cash, wallet, cell phone, ipod.
- Friday night we went to a local Mexican joint for dinner. Arwyn took along one of her new Kelly dolls that I got her for a little Halloween treat. She was playing with it in the foyer while we waited to be seated. As we were getting ready to pull out of the parking lot after dinner, we discovered that the doll was nowhere to be found. I ran back inside the packed restaurant and found the doll sitting on the window sill in the foyer, right where she’d left it.
- Today we stopped in at the grocery (again, but different store) and as we were checking out, Arwyn hit her head on the handle of a grocery cart. I was trying to carry her, push the cart toward the door and quiet her cries when the man who had been in line behind me came running up, asking if I’d lost my keys. They had fallen out of the cart and I hadn’t even noticed.
I’m thinking it may be time to purchase a lottery ticket.
Si, Se Puede
Get out there and VOTE, people! Please.
