Thanksgiving

We had a very nice Thanksgiving Day. We had a lazy morning and headed over to 52 around 1:00. Mom3 and Pop3 from Delaware were there, and BIL/SIL2 and HE came over for a bit as well. MIL made an amazing meal and I didn't have to do a blessed thing except help eat it! (Well, I did help with the clean up -- had to be sure to get plenty of leftovers.) Since I neglected to take our camera I swiped a few pictures from SIL3's Facebook.

Cousins looking out the window

 

Hugs!

18 weeks pregnant ... and eating, of course.

We're going to eat that? YUM!

 

Everyone at the table except FIL

 

"Thank you Lord for this food and please let Daddy finish praying soon so I can start eating."

 

Dig in!

 

Even he was full. ;-)

 

Hi Auntie!

SIL3 always puts the Christmas tree up on the Friday after Thanksgiving, but she had to work early in the morning so My Man and the Boogie helped her do it Thanksgiving afternoon.

 

 

 

Whew, all that hard work makes me hungry for dessert!

H-Man spent that night with us so his parents could do some Black Friday early-morning shopping. They brought him upstairs after both he and the Boogie were asleep, and we put him in her room. Around 5:30 a.m. I heard her wake up, "Huh? Huh? H-man? What?" She was very excited and wanted to get up and play with him right away, but I managed to convince her to lay back down and be quiet and she thankfully went back to sleep. They played and played and played most of Friday -- I'm so happy that they have learned to share and play nicely with each other and the screaming/whining/crying days are past.

While I did not get up and brave the crowds early Friday morning, I did hit a couple of stores around noon on my way to work. I picked up a few things I needed and was happy to find some sales while avoiding major crowds.

I hope all of you, my family and friends, had a wonderful Thanksgiving. I'm so thankful for you and for a wonderful husband, a sweet little girl, a baby on the way, all the daily blessings God gives us, and most of all for the salvation Christ provided when He gave His life for us.

But God commendeth his love for us, in that, while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us.

Romans 5:8

Boogie Interlude

Our furnace fan is loud. It is very, very loud. It is so loud that when it is running and I am putting on makeup in the bathroom, I cannot hear the Boogie getting into the fridge ... helping herself to yogurt ... finding a spoon in the drawer ... punching a hole through the foil yogurt lid with the spoon ... proceeding to eat half the container through the hole in the foil lid. I don't know how she managed to eat that much through the hole and only spill one drop on my couch. Perhaps later I will find dried yogurt in other places ...

Yesterday morning when I gave her some cereal for breakfast she told me, "I'm a dolphin!"
"Oh, really?" I replied. "Do dolphins eat cereal?"
"No," she said, "they eat rocks."

She loves her burpies and must always have one accessible. She knows where the clean ones are kept and helps herself to them as often as she can get away with it (read: as often as the Mama doesn't notice) and usually has between 2 and 4 at her immediate disposal. She sucks and chews on the corners -- it totally gives me the creeps to think about chewing on fabric -- and they quickly get soaked. Yesterday she got a clean one from the drawer and hugged and kissed it. "Oh my burpie! *kiss kiss kiss* I lub you so much!" She put it in her unmade bed and pulled the covers over it and came out of her room and closed the door. "Shhh," she told us, "Burpie's sleepin'. Oh! Burpie's cryin'!" She rushed back in and retrieved it from her bed. "It's okay, burpie. I right here." More kisses.

The phrase "squeaky toys" never fails to induce much giggling. Super heroes are "super hear its." Chapstick is "lickstick."

When we go places she introduces herself to perfect strangers. "Hi, I Boogie [only she says her full name]. Dat's Honey. Dat's Daddy." She waves at people far away: "Hi, guys! Hi! Hi, guys!" She is bewildered when they don't see her and wave back.

We played Scrabble during her nap yesterday and hadn't put it away when she got up. She looked at the letter tiles for a long time, asking me what each one was. While she doesn't recognize the letters, I can see a pattern. Letters with curves like C and D she thinks are J. She thinks M and W are N. O is oval (which it is!) and she consistently recognizes T ... but not X. When we put the game away she dropped on the floor crying: "Ohhhh, my letters," she mourned.

The cellar door at 52 is in the dining room. It is locked and the key is kept in a kitchen drawer. Last Tuesday  FIL told me that the key had been missing for about a week and asked me to keep an eye out for it. Within a couple of hours I found it ... in the bottom of the washing machine after doing the load with all the Boogie's clothes. That little booger must have put it in her pocket one day and then her dirty clothes went into the hamper without us realizing she had the key!

Supervised yogurt eating has been completed. Back to regularly scheduled Monday morning tasks ...

Violet, You're Turning Violet, Violet!

Help me -- I've fallen and I can't get up!

One Of Those Days

You know the kind of day I'm talking about ...

... when despite an early start you can't accomplish what you had hoped to.
... when your child is ending a week of bratty behavior by being especially obnoxious complete with biting her cousin; answering "NO!" to every question you ask and every thing you offer ... only to ask for it as soon as you put it away; whining and pleading and begging and finally collapsing on the floor in an all-out fit over every little incident when she can't have her way.
... when you rush out the door to work leaving toys strewn from one end of the home to another.
... when your afternoon at work is busy-busy-busy, not quite leaving you the time you need to finish that one project.
... when you can't find what you need at Target.

Well, that's the kind of day I had. Then I came home to ...

... a delicious dinner I didn't have to cook, thanks to some good friends.
... a clean apartment thanks to a wonderful guy who picked up all those toys and who is at this moment washing the dishes.
... a well-behaved toddler who, perhaps in trying to make up for her awful earlier behavior, was sweet and snuggly and kissy.
... ice cream, cookies, and a movie.
... a nice relaxing bath, comfy pajamas, and an inviting bed.

Some days might be rough but "I know whom I have believed, and am persuaded that he is able to keep that which I have committed unto him against that day." 2 Timothy 1:12b. My God loves me and takes care of ALL my needs!

Insatiable

I am hungry all the time. I am always thinking about food. I want to eat constantly. For example, yesterday:

~ 6:00 a.m. -- made My Man's lunch and noticed Chickfila leftovers in the fridge from when the Boogie went with her Poppop and Auntie.
~ 6:25 a.m. -- saw My Man out the door.
~ 6:26 a.m. -- heated the Chickfila leftovers and rapidly consumed them; 1.5 nuggets and a handful of waffle fries. Drank my morning cup of coffee.
~ 7:30 a.m. -- 1.5 chicken nuggets don't go far in the morning so made myself egg, ham, and cheese on a bagel.
~ 10:30 a.m. -- got laundry started at 52 and the Boogie went on an errand with her grandparents; had to leave soon for grocery shopping but I couldn't shop on an empty stomach, could I? Ate a bowl of soup.
~ 1:00 p.m. -- back from shopping, etc. Time for a cheese quesadilla ... with sour cream and salsa.
~ 5:00 p.m. -- dinner: two large servings of taco salad complete with olives, salsa, sour cream, shredded cheese, and guacamole. Did I mention the corn chips?
~ 6:45 p.m. -- time for dessert! A whole baked apple with vanilla ice cream.
~ 10:00 p.m. -- showered, jammied, teeth brushed ... I'm hungry. I drink some water to fool my stomach into thinking it's full.
~ 10:15 p.m. -- there is no fooling the stomach. I break out the cheese and crackers. Brush my teeth again. Finally can go to bed.

So there you go. Whew, all that typing made me hungry ...

All Together Again!

My Man was gone last week. It was his final furlough from work and that wonderful guy offered to drive to Kentucky to help my grandparents with some work around their house. My mom is there for a month and they all had a great time together. He was able to get a lot done and he even brought some of my Mamaw's family-famous pizza back with him. It was gooooood.

The Boogie and I survived just fine while he was gone, though we missed him a great deal. As time went by the Boogie got more and more, as my mom would say, persnickety. She was generally her well-behaved self but was occasionally a little more pushy, a little more belligerant, and a little more obstinant. All in all it was a good week, however, and we are very happy to have the Daddy home. On Friday night after he got home the Boogie couldn't get enough of him. She had to sit on his lap or lay next to him with her head on his leg. When she got up for a minute I took her place and she tried as hard as she could to push me away. "No, Honey! That's my daddy!"

Baby is making his/her presence known this week. I am feeling definite little kicks. They are very slight, sort of like being flicked by a finger, and can't be felt on the outside. But they're definitely kicks! Feeling that movement is my favorite part of being pregnant. :)

Can you believe Thanksgiving is next week? I must confess that I am looking forward to it not only for the holiday and having My Man home for a couple of days, but also because it is the official start to the holiday season and will end my self-imposed ban on Christmas music!

The Secret Of A Good Night's Sleep ...

... is to find the most comfortable position, of course.

There have been more diapering shenanigans going on around here. Do you think I should teach her how to change her own? Or is it time to lose the diapers altogether? (Don't answer that.)

She is getting kind of sassy. She loves to eat Nerds (the candy) and the other day I had put a few into a small cup for her. When she finished she brought the cup to me and asked for more. I told her no so she dropped the cup on the floor. Not really thinking about what I was saying I told her, "Pick up your bowl, please." She put her hand on her hip, cocked her head and said, "It's a cup, silly."

This morning when she woke up she came running out of her room: "Goo' morning, Honey! Whatcha doin'? What's up?" Last week after a bath we put  her on her potty. Right away she jumped up saying, "Look, Daddy! I go potty!" It was one small drop so he told her to sit down and try again. He left the room and pretty soon she came running back to us carrying the potty chair and saying, "Look, guys! Look, guys!" If we ask her to do something she answers, "Uh course. Uh course I do." I love her cute little voice. I will be sad when it changes to big-girl tones.

Brown November

Blogging has been greatly neglected due to illness ... mine. I was sooooo sick for several days last week and over the weekend. Thankfully My Man was on furlough when it started and I was feeling somewhat better by the time he went back to work on Monday. Amazingly he did not get sick, and though the Boogie seems to have picked up something it's apparently nothing like what I had. I was miserable. Praise the Lord I'm feeling much better now.

Daylight savings time is over and I don't like it. I don't like the days getting dark so early. The only potentially good thing about falling back is the extra hour on Sunday morning, but a certain two-year-old in this household doesn't get that concept so no one got to take advantage of it. Then there was the following week of said two-year-old waking an hour early each morning. I think she has finally adjusted. I hope.

I am baking my favorite oatmeal raisin cookies. They smell so good! I'm also drinking a cup of coffee and using my willpower to keep from eating raw cookie dough. We'll see how long I last.

Christmas is coming. Normally I avoid everything Christmasy until the day after Thanksgiving -- no Christmas music, no Christmas baking, no decorating, etc. But I can't put off the Christmas shopping. I always end up scrambling to get things together and I'm not going to do that this year! So while the Christmas music is still off-limits, I have been thinking about the holiday season quite a bit and I'm really looking forward to it. I'm planning on making some gifts and I need to get started on that right away. As in, last month. You know me: ever the procrastinator.

Time to rotate some cookie sheets!