That is the saying on my Thanksgiving tee I got from Life is Good. I wore that sucker with pride yesterday, having sat impatiently by the front door for days waiting for the UPS man to bring it to me. It arrived right before 1700 the day before Thanksgiving. For that, I AM thankful. :)
We had a great Thanksgiving. We gorged ourselves at Cracker Barrel, knowing our family eats late.
I had FIVE plates of food from just ONE order. Oh how I love thee fatty, carb-laden foods.
I had been so looking forward to spending the day hanging with family, chatting. What I did not take into account was that keeping track of a very inquisitive, agile, and energetic 21 month old would lead me to have no conversation longer than "are you done with your plate?" or "where is your father?". Still, it was a wonderful day, especially since two of my out-of-state cousins were able to both be there.
Cam melted down hours before we anticipated leaving, so we had to hustle out, and hit the country roads. Cam was asleep before we got a mile down the road, which was a nice change from the whining we endured for most of the hour and a half trip over. I was zooming down the nice hilly road when a deer decided to make a break for it right in front of us. I am extremely thankful for Doris, my most awesome family hauler. She stopped on a dime, which meant poor Dixon (9 year old Pug with a bum leg) was thrown full speed into the back of Rob's seat. Cam never woke. Poor Dixon sat on the floor where he landed for the next 20 minutes. Rob finally put him back on the seat, only for him to climb right up onto Cam's lap for a long siesta. Being that he weighs a few pounds more than her, I felt bad...yet I felt worse for my boy. Who doesn't need a warm lap after a near death experience?
Got home and got Cam back down fairly easily. A few hours later, she woke up crying and hopping mad. We sat in her chair, but she could not get comfy. Then the cough she developed two days before started. the kind of cough you'd expect from a wizened old woman with a three pack a day habit. Then the tell-tale signs of retching began. I thought, oh shit we are in for it finally. The kid is NEVER sick. Nope. She yakked for about 10 minutes and recovered.
It was this morning when I realized, she did the same thing the first night of vacation, and on another big day. Too much excitement? Perhaps. But I am extraordinarily thankful that the puking ended and that all she has today is the nasty cough and a grossly snotty nose.
Lots of gratitude today.
We had a great Thanksgiving. We gorged ourselves at Cracker Barrel, knowing our family eats late.
I had FIVE plates of food from just ONE order. Oh how I love thee fatty, carb-laden foods.
I had been so looking forward to spending the day hanging with family, chatting. What I did not take into account was that keeping track of a very inquisitive, agile, and energetic 21 month old would lead me to have no conversation longer than "are you done with your plate?" or "where is your father?". Still, it was a wonderful day, especially since two of my out-of-state cousins were able to both be there.
Cam melted down hours before we anticipated leaving, so we had to hustle out, and hit the country roads. Cam was asleep before we got a mile down the road, which was a nice change from the whining we endured for most of the hour and a half trip over. I was zooming down the nice hilly road when a deer decided to make a break for it right in front of us. I am extremely thankful for Doris, my most awesome family hauler. She stopped on a dime, which meant poor Dixon (9 year old Pug with a bum leg) was thrown full speed into the back of Rob's seat. Cam never woke. Poor Dixon sat on the floor where he landed for the next 20 minutes. Rob finally put him back on the seat, only for him to climb right up onto Cam's lap for a long siesta. Being that he weighs a few pounds more than her, I felt bad...yet I felt worse for my boy. Who doesn't need a warm lap after a near death experience?
Got home and got Cam back down fairly easily. A few hours later, she woke up crying and hopping mad. We sat in her chair, but she could not get comfy. Then the cough she developed two days before started. the kind of cough you'd expect from a wizened old woman with a three pack a day habit. Then the tell-tale signs of retching began. I thought, oh shit we are in for it finally. The kid is NEVER sick. Nope. She yakked for about 10 minutes and recovered.
It was this morning when I realized, she did the same thing the first night of vacation, and on another big day. Too much excitement? Perhaps. But I am extraordinarily thankful that the puking ended and that all she has today is the nasty cough and a grossly snotty nose.
Lots of gratitude today.
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