Thanksgiving; another way of looking at it.

Home at last.  Its 8:25pm and while they bickered the whole way home (an hour's drive), they are asleep and perfect.  The youngest complained about his toe hurting which reqired an impromptu song about all of his body parts to lull him to sleep.  But it worked!!!  His sister is much easier to tuck in.  Sounds something like "time for bed.  Let's say your prayers.  Good night."   But Daddy, I want you to snuggle with me... "nope.  I love you an now go to sleep."  And that is that.  I think I must have some magical power; a shaman perhaps.

I often thougth it sounded cliche when a parent would say that they were grateful for their childrens' health, beauty, humor or what ever...  That was before I had kids.  I get it.  I really do.  Sometimes I am less grateful for their ability to talk back, stretch you in so many painful directions... Ah but can you be grateful if you don't recoginze the full range of the spectrum.

And there is left over pie!!!  Yes I do love pie.  Requires so little from me.  Just open my mouth.  Don't have to say a word... Breathe first so I don't choke on the huge bite I have just shoved in... chew, swallow and repeat... several times and usually a few more times in the middle of the night... oh how I do love pie. 

Day began by bringing the oldest (makes me sound like Al Bundy), to meet her mother (now sounding like Archie Bunker or Homer Simpson) for breakfast... Not an easy task for me to say the least.  She greated me with "Happy St. Patrick's day"... and she was serious.  I needed that.  I was thankful for that mistake.  I felt... well, superior... She said "It is your green sweater."  I didnt' respond, "That's nice.  Happy Halloween."

... and now for more pie... open wide!

Love,
Jasper