With thanks.

 

Children make the holidays more fun -- even when they refuse to wake up from their naps to celebrate or throw half their Thanksgiving dinner on the floor. Even last Thanksgiving, when CJ was not quite three months old and I didn't even really get a chance to eat my turkey, having a child brought new meaning to the concept of gratitude.

So I just wanted to take a moment to share my thanks for a loving family -- especially the baby boy who has brought so much joy to my life. It's so fun to see the holidays through his eyes and share his excitement about discovering such treasures as silly "Turkey Notes," twinkling Christmas lights, and mini pumpkins that stack oh-so-nicely upon one's head.

And if he were somehow able to express it using a combination of "pretty," "bye-bye," "light," "Ernie," "catch," "another," and barking like a puppy, I am sure CJ would say how thankful he is to have two parents, both sets of grandparents, two sets of great-grandparents, and his only aunt and uncle living close by and spending so much time with him. He is truly an unusually fortunate child. (And we're truly fortunate parents to have so many babysitting options!) What a wonderful holiday season it will be for all of us. 

Even if CJ's teething and we have to go to the Meineke Car Care Bowl and we all have strep throat. Just clarifying that my life is not a Norman Rockwell painting is all.

Now to dust off some Bing Crosby and feign Rockwell painting-ness. Happy Holidays!