Did we have a good Thanksgiving?

You tell me:

Yes, I made them. All of them, the kids and the desserts. Happy Thanksgiving. I am grateful for my husband, who is kind, loving, patient, gentle, sweet, loyal and who works like a dog to provide a wonderful life for his family. I am thankful for Sir H, whose stories, songs, ideas, enthusiasm, excitement for each new dawn make me remember the joy in being a child, and happily encourage me out of my rigidity; whose positive disposition, gentle, kind and sweet spirit shine from every part of him to those around him. I am thankful for The Bear, whose gigantic four-tooth smiles light up my heart with all the rays of the sun, whose giggles, screeches, growls and baby words make me melt. I am thankful for my wonderful friends, for their families and the beauty that they bring to my life. I am thankful for my parents, who drive me up the nearest wall, but who are also my best friends. Most of all, I am thankful for my God, one who gave His Son so that we can live in grace, abundance and forgiveness.

I Resign

Today I'm have A Day. You know, those days where you can hold it together for .0623467 tenths of a second and then you turn into snappy, irritable mom whose children can't do anything right? A monkey could do this job better than I today. Instead of "SIR H! PLEEEEASE don't step on the flowers in the flowerbed! ARRRRRGH!" He would hear, "Eee ee! Ahh! Ahhhhh!" and that would be much less damaging. My kids can't do anything right today, and I absolutely loathe myself when I see that face that Sir H gets when I fuss at him for things that normally get an eye roll and a small chuckle while I get down and talk to him about why this decision blah blah blah. These are the days where the lizard part of my brain perks up when it hears the word Ezzo.

My Dear Friend

Sweet friend, I know you're hurting. I wish I could help. I don't know the words that would take the pain away, but if I did, I would say them. I wish I could take the burden on myself and cry your tears and feel your hurt so you didn't have to. Your beautiful babies deserve a world where things like this don't happen to the family they love. Please know that, especially after seeing your hurt today, you are in my heart so fully, and my heart aches for you, and my prayers for you and your family are constant. I love you, A, and your precious half-dozen. I am praying for you and everyone else who is touched by this tragedy.

You know?

You know how you start attending a church, really like the people who are in it, help to get it off the ground, since it's an emergent church? And then you get all settled in there and love it, and you start a moms' group that has been your heart's desire for over two years? And you've been praying literally almost every day for it to manifest? And then something happens, and there's a conflict, and you see into the heart of the church and it's not pretty? Yeah. That sucks.

Priorities

It's funny how they change as you grow and have kids. Our anniversary was on Saturday, which was also the day of The Bear's first birthday party. I don't think I even mentioned it on here. I rolled out of bed at about 10 am, since The Huz was home, and started to get ready for the party. The Huz said, "Happy anniversary!" and I grunted back at him (hey, gimme a break, I hadn't had my morning caffeine yet!). That night, we were both lying in our bed with Sir H as he went to sleep, and were all three cuddled up together, Sir H in the middle. He fell asleep, and both The Huz and I were so tired we just lay there for a few minutes. He said, "So, when are we going to dinner?" I said, "For what?" He responded, "For our anniversary," and I just shrugged. We both cracked up, that it was just one of those things.

I cherish that I married a man who will lie in bed with me at 8 pm with our big boy and will gaze at him in wonder, and we both revel in the beauty and joy that our boys bring us. In the moments where I may spend a moment feeling nostalgic about my life before marriage and children, I have an unbidden flash of a moment like last night. The Bear was in bed with us, he starts out in his crib and still wakes to nurse a few times, so he ends up in our bed halfway through the night. Sir H had also woken and crawled into bed with us, and at some point, The Huz and I were both awake, and he reached over in our sleepy fogginess and just put his hand on my shoulder and smiled. Joy. Bliss.

Big ass airplanes!

Airshow today. It was a ball! Sir H was rocking the house, he was racing from plane to plane and climbing in the cockpits and just generally livin' large. Unfortunately, the Thunderbirds were unable to fly, as they have stayed grounded since the sad incident at an airshow in Idaho. Although there were only minor injuries to the pilot, as he was able to eject (.8 seconds before impact, holy cow!), they are not flying right now, until there is a thorough investigation and they cover their asses from the people who would love to use this against them and stop fighter plane exhibitions reach a consensus as to the cause and a future safety plan.

Pictures to come, The Bear rode on my back most of the day, and toddled around when we let him loose, and Sir H was absolutely enrapt with the planes taking off and landing. It was actually quite cool, the focus was on historical planes and there were mostly WWII era planes flying, those things are massive compared to the newer, sleeker fighters.

Funny of the trip: my dad pointed and said, "There's the stealth bomber." I looked and looked, couldn't find it. It finally clicked, he was pointing at an empty space. Buttmunch. Thankfully, my mom got it after me, and The Huz, whose mind is full of figures and not so much global processing, finally had to have it explained. So, I felt better.

And big news that I haven't posted yet - The Bear turned 1 on 11/1, and we had his blast of a party on 11/3, so I'll be sharing a few pictures soon. I can't believe my baby boy is 1. A whole year since he arrived in this world, and I was able to reach out and touch him after waiting 40 long weeks and one day. We're so glad you are in our family, my sweet Bear.