Before this year, JP and I already had so much to be thankful for. Each other. Family and friends. Our four cats and four turtles. Our education. Jobs. A home to live in. Reliable transportation. Good times.
And now we have Flybaby. We are so grateful that he's happy and healthy -- right after he was born, I called him "the deluxe model." All the complaints I may have about my awkwardness as a mother or our crazy relatives or my lack of sleep don't seem to make a difference -- that is, they don't outweigh the wonderfulness of having Flybaby in our lives.
Blogging regularly this year and reading about others' lives -- cybergettingtoknowyou -- has also been great. If you read this, take that! Poof! You're a blessing.
Getting ready for Thanksgiving is real different this year. Despite Fly wanting to be held all the time, I feel quite proud of myself for my accomplishments already this morning. Before 11 a.m., I fed Flybaby twice and changed him twice, got dressed (including makeup and brushing my hair!), folded a load of laundry, put a clean tablecloth on the table along with some candles and a centerpiece, made a batch of cinnamon ice cream, washed two quarts of mushrooms, checked my personal e-mail, fed the cats and even managed to eat breakfast myself. Multitasking, thy name is mother!
There's still a lot to be done. But if anyone who comes over for Thanksgiving dinner tomorrow makes a single comment about something being left out, undone or not quite up to par, I just might have to slug 'em.