The point of no return
Here in my corner of the world, Autumn takes it’s time in settling. The color of the leaves changed noticeably only a week ago. And today, as our family drove to a friends house for some college football and food, I saw that most of them had dropped overnight. To me, the falling of the leaves, is the point of no return. No more warm days, no more outings without at least a jacket, no more soft smooth hands.
Winter, sadly, is upon me again. Christmas, it’s only bright point, will all too soon be a distant memory. January, February and March soon to come will draaaaaaag on and on.
Sorry. It’s just one of those days.

One more thing to be thankful for
Last night was the third night in a row that Angel girl slept for 8 hours straight!
Please let this be permanent!
Oh, and don’t forget that Deck the Blogs starts today! I should have my new design up and running soon and can’t wait to see all of yours.

Gratitude for the simplest of things
Last night, shortly before bed, Obi-Wan was enjoying a bowl of popcorn with his Hi-5 DVD when suddenly we heard:
Obi-Wan: “AAAAGGHHHH!”
Hubby: “What is it buddy?”
Obi-Wan: “My teefs! Paw-corn’s stuck!”
Hubby: “Show me where.”
Obi-Wan pointed to the offending popcorn kernel stuck between two of his “teef” and hyperventilated while daddy went to grab a tooth pick to get it out.
Hubby: “Say Aaahhh.”
Obi-Wan: “Aaaaaahhhhhh!”
Hubby: “There, I got it.”
Obi-Wan: (After licking his teeth and smacking his lips a couple of times) “Yeah, you dot it!”
Hubby: “Give me a hug buddy.”
Obi-Wan: “Fanks for sabing me daddy!” (now looking at me) “Daddy sabed me!”
And with a satisfied smile he went merrily on his way, leaving Hubby and I to giggle over the daring rescue that had saved our son.
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I am thankful every day for a multitude of things, but on different days different blessings are in the forefront of my mind. Today, I am so thankful for laughter and for the children who make me laugh every single day. I love them more than…well, if you’re a parent you know that my love for them cannot be described. But it is there and feeling love like that brings the greatest joy I’ve ever known.
And because I wouldn’t want Hubby to feel left out I guess I should say I’m thankful for him too.
:)
In all seriousness, I can’t imagine a better husband, better marriage, better father, better counterpart. I know not everyone has found someone like that. I am truly thankful I have.
Whether you’re thousand of miles from family and alone (like us) or surrounded by numerous loved ones, I hope today is a wonderful Thanksgiving Day for you.

The day before Thanksgiving shopping madness
I came home from the store tonight after having to pick up some items I forgot (why do I always forget something every year) and wanted to write a blog post about the madness that is grocery shopping the evening before Thanksgiving. But first I looked at my Feed Reader and found this post.
I can’t say it any better. Go read it!

Don’t forget to Deck your Blog!
My bloggy friend Marie and her bloggy friend Stacey are hosting the first annual Deck the Blogs Contest, beginning this Friday! There are 5 categories under which you could win a great prize. So head on over to Deck the Blogs to get all the details.

All I want for Christmas is cooperation
I came home exhausted last night, vowing never to try getting professional pictures taken of the kids again.
It all started at Walmart. They’re inexpensive and I just wanted one nice picture package of my 3 children together. I should have known the first time we tried that it was not to be.
We entered Walmart at around noon. The kids were dressed in church attire, well fed and ready to go. We had been sick all weekend, which is why Count Dooku was home from school, but I felt the children were well enough and calm enough (due to illness) that now was the time to try. We had been in the waiting area for 20 minutes when Count Dooku told me he had to go to the bathroom. So I sent him on his way.
Moments later I heard a small anxious sounding, “Momma!” coming from the bathroom. I saw Count Dooku peeking out of the door and he slowly emerged. There were mustard like stains down his pants and at the bottom of his white shirt. He was nearly in tears as he told me he got poop on himself. Diarrhea. He was clearly embarrassed and I wanted to thump myself for not thinking to accompany him in case he was still suffering from it. You see, Count Dooku has been in the habit of squatting on top of the toilet seat to relieve his bowels, since his earliest days of potty training and we’re still working to convince him he won’t fall in if he sits his butt down on the toilet seat. Thus the sprayage of the diarrhea-age on everything.
I put his jacket on him so at least his shirt was covered and whisked the kids over to the children’s clothing section where I quickly picked up some clearance slacks and a white dress shirt. At the check out I reached into my diaper bag and, behold, no pocket book.
Did I mention that this Walmart, the closest one with a photo studio, is 25 minutes from our home?
I keep blankets in the back of the car in case of emergency so Count Dooku sat on top of a blanket in soiled pants for the ride home. Once showered and dressed in new clothes he asked to go back out. You see, I had told the kids we could go visit Santa at the mall today (to avoid having to do it later when crowds are big and lines are long) so I told him we would indeed go back out to see Santa. But since we were going to go back out we would try getting pictures again. And try we did.
After another relatively long wait and then a 1 hour photo session, we had pictures of all three children alone, but none showing them all together.
It proved impossible to get all three children to look at the camera at the same time, while smiling, with eyes open and sitting up straight. Obi-Wan kept slouching and leaning into Count Dooku. Angel Girl kept trying to squirm out of Obi-Wan’s arms. It was a fruitless endeavor and I still feel that it ought never to be attempted again.
Afterward we did make our visit to Santa even though I really just wanted to go home. The boys sat in his lap and told them what they wanted for Christmas and then I put Angel Girl in Santa’s arms as well and asked for a picture. Miracle of miracles, they all three looked at the camera. The boys were smiling, Angel girl didn’t but she still looks cute of course. They all looked at the camera and that more than half decent picture took 3 minutes to take.
Why didn’t I just go with Santa in the first place?

“Force” Feeding

It just fit so very well. Congratulations Melissa, I’ll be emailing you. Thanks to everyone else who entered. I loved your creativity. I’ll be sure to turn to you all the next time I need a good photo caption or title.











