The week of Thanksgiving this year was not momentous. But there was lots to remember. Things I will want to look back on in years to come.
I burned my arm the Tuesday night before Thanksgiving. And not even on anything yummy for the holiday. Just a pot of corn. I pulled the corn out and turned around to dump the water in the sink. And dropped the pot. On my arm. I was so blessed that this is all that happened from the boiling water. It didn’t even peel. Amazing. Oh, and just for the record, I’m 2 pounds away from my pre-pregnancy weight. That has more to do with how sick I was during the pregnancy and how much I’m nursing now – not really anything to do with me. Now in a few months, I’ll have to actually exert will power and discipline (what’s that?) to keep it off.
This pic was several days later after the red from the burn was fading and it was feeling all better.
MyPrincess lost her first tooth, but then you already knew that. She’s also quite the decorator. While we were working with the two older boys she was busy doing this:
We went to my husband’s grandmother’s house for Thanksgiving. We alternate years between there and my family. She is the last living grandmother either of us has and I think we take it for granted.
We talked with the cousins about how his family has changed over the years. How it was so full of kids when they were all young. And then they grew up. But now we’re all having kids and the house (and yard) are full again with giggles, playing chase, and “Can I have more pie, Mama?”
This is the first year at Grandma’s that our kids were not the obvious stand-out weird unsocialized homeschoolers. My kids took a just a few minutes to warm up and run off. With the exception of BigMan who sat in my lap with his thumb in his mouth (where did that come from? he hasn’t done that since he was this size), but even he got comfortable and took off after just a bit.
We tried to take family pictures. And yet again it was a debacle. We still settled on one for our first photo Christmas cards (pictures of that funniness to come) and I’m still holding out on photoshopping kids’ heads so far. Though, I’m not above it.
That same week Matt decided to make a Christmas yard decoration. It’s our first. It turned out so good – final pics to come. He had helpers. Santa always needs helpers.
TheFinalist turned 6 weeks.
Yes, already. At the writing of this post he’s now less than a week from 2 months – wow! He is so ticklish it’s unreal. He’s such a sleeper at night. In his own bed. Huh, I really didn’t create the last attached child. They’re born that way. Huh. Now, all of you that tell me to put that baby down and quit spoiling them, that I make them that way, stand down! :) He coos and smiles all the time. He’s not colicky. Cries just a tad just before going down for most of the night. Now, daytime’s a different story. Cries when he’s not held. But I’ll take that trade off for some sleep, yo. And besides, with him being TheFinalist – he IS SO the finalist! – I don’t mind the holding so much. You know, other than when I want to cook, clean, or teach, but you know, who’s counting?
What a great week of first times, last times, and special times. Hope yours was just as momentous in it’s own way.
