Tis' Thanksgiving Day!

Tis the day of Thanksgiving,
and what do your hear?
Not the prancing and pawing
of eight tiny reindeer.

Pots are a’clanging,
timers are beeping,
some family is chatting,
but some are still sleeping.

Clash, go the silverware,
bang, go the plates.
More family is coming,
we cannot be late!

Tis the day of Thanksgiving
and what do you smell?
Turkey and potatoes,
does that ring a bell?

What other scents do
you sniff through your nose?
Pies, breads, and veggies,
can’t forget those!

Add stuffing and berries,
and drinks all around.
We know for sure
good times will be found.

Tis the day of Thanksgiving
and what do we see?
The Macy’s day parade
live on the tv.

Busy hands are spotted
setting the table,
still others preparing
what they are able.

Apple turkeys and friends
are headed our way
to help decorate the table
a bit later today.

Tis the day of Thanksgiving
and what do we say?
Blessings to all,
on this Thanksgiving Day!

The Giant Sand Box

Earlier today, we were brainstorming ideas on how to entertain the little girls while visiting the grandparents.

Daddy got this “brilliant” plan. Send the girls out the backyard to the golf course and let them play in the sand traps. Uh huh.

Imagine this…..It’s a beautiful sunny day. The weather is warm but with a slight breeze. You take advantage of the day and head outdoors to play a little golf.

When you hit a drive, you mistakenly hit your ball into a sand trap.

Rats.

You approach the sand trap and see this…..

Two little girls, wearing bike helmets (to deflect golf balls), surrounded by toys, and enjoying the giant sand box.

What would you do?

****and no, we did not do this. But it’s funny to think about, isn’t it?

Adventures....

The other day, we pulled up our boots, cracked the whip, and set forth on an adventure to Grandma and Grandpa’s house….ten hours away.

Oh my.

All the way there, we were asked, “What state are we in now?”

For ten long hours.

Yes, I am thrilled about the prospects of driving home.

After spending one day just chilin’, we opted to venture out into the great outdoors. The great outdoors meaning…Colonial Williamsburg.

Ah, the sights…of Christmas coming….





…the sights of Colonial days….






….the sights of saved parents…..





…the sights of important people signs…




…and the sight of one obnoxious teenage boy ruining yet another picture….and in a church, no less!



Heaven help me....

How NOT to Start Your Day

I was resting peacefully in bed at 5:30 this morning…..when a short person approached my bed. I figured she wanted to get in my bed with her sister (who HAS to take over daddy’s spot when he is out of town).


But no.

She said those words we all dread…..

“I think I’m going to frow up.”

And you are standing there talking to me??? Why? Get to the bathroom…..after all, you passed one to get to my room.

After no such “frow up” episode, I put her back to bed (with a bucket) and started my day.

An hour later, I got her up for school.

Whereupon, she had tummy issues. Not major ones, but enough to find the need to be home from school.

Yay me.

Daddy is out of the country so I needed to find a substitute…..within 45 minutes of starting school.

And then it hit me. I had an ace in my pocket. And in my own house.

Katie was home from college for the day to visit the dermatologist.

Yay! She can stay with Abby.

When I woke her up though, she was less than thrilled with the prospect of staying home with a kid who was “frowing up”. Can’t say I blame her.

Plus, it interfered with her nap and homework time.

But off to school I went anyhow. Came home during Katie’s doctor appointment to stay with Abby and found a very happy, bouncy, child.

Hmmm. Guess there was no virus after all. Perhaps too much drainage from the yucky nose.

Returned to school, finished the day, and came home to one big girl and one little girl playing outside on the driveway with chalk.

Spent the afternoon watching her play, bounce around, and be silly. Sick, you say? I think not.

But what did I hear after I put her in bed?

Mommy, my tummy hurts.

Oh no it does not!

Dear Santa....

Dear Santa,

I thought I'd start composing my Christmas list now. I realize I am not a child so there is no need to remind me of my advanced age. I already know that, thanks anyhow.

This Christmas, I'd like one of two things, please. Yep, that's it. Only one thing.


I'd like either new genes or new jeans.

New genes would be preferable. Ones that don't allow the fat to accumulate.

Advanced age teamed with no time to do anything but work full time, make three meals a day, supervise showers, check homework, corral kids, read stories, listen to needs of others, and so much more has prompted me to add this to my list.

That's not too much to ask, is it? After all, you are Santa and can do anything. If you can't, the elves can.

At least, that's what my kids tell me.

New jeans would be okay too. But new genes would be the ultimate gift.

I will be anxiously awaiting Christmas morning to see what is under my tree!

Oh, and there is no need to gift wrap it. It's okay, really.

(I'm being helpful and saving you time by not wrapping. Brownie points for me!)

See you in a few weeks!

Love, Kristin