I hope everyone had a happy and bountiful Thanksgiving. When I saw our tiny kitchen table (one and a half years after living in this house and we still don’t have a dining room set. Not the most important thing, but that means no guests. On second thought..) filled to the brim with food, I immediately thought of all the people that don’t have the means to stuff themselves like we do as Americans, or perhaps, those Americans that are having to go without. We have a roof over our head, and enough leftovers to last us until Christmas. I’d say that’s success right there.
And of course, what would this post be without being thankful for the one person we struggled so long for? Sure he was a ripe asshole yesterday, no thanks to the lack of nap and TWO canines coming in, one of which I didn’t notice until it was a giant bubble about to burst? Sure he pushes every last button he can find, just to push MY buttons. But then he looks at me, cocks his head to the side with a coy smile and says “ah coot” (I cute) and you can’t help but shake your head and laugh. Yes baby, you are very cute, and you know it. If you had asked me 5 months ago that he’d be so animated, charming and funny, I’d have never believed you. But he is and I have a full fledge toddler on my hands and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
I could do without the having to listen to whatever his latest obsession is on loop, which at this time is “DUB DUBBY (rubber ducky), teeaaaaaaaaase?”
And while fetus v 2.0 was dealt a rough hand in the beginning, you can’t look a gift horse in the mouth. It was meant to be. And I already can’t wait to meet him or her.
Now I’m going to spend time being thankful for hot running water. If for no other reason than I’m “sinkies” (stinky).
You think I need more adult conversation?