Thanksgiving Eve

Remember when...

The day before Thanksgiving was for drinking? I do. Those were the days! We had some good pre-Thanksgiving parties/nights out, followed by some pretty hung over Thanksgivings. Even just going out for dinner and a few drinks was a great way of celebrating.

Then, a few years ago, we started the tradition of going to NYC to see the floats the day before Thanksgiving. That was one of my favorite family traditions! But, now that we live in PA, and Tim works the day before Thanksgiving, our plans have shifted again. Last year, we had a newborn and couldn't do much of anything. This year, Tim is working and we are housebound since I can't lift anyone to go out.

It's still aiming for a  magical day. I love Thanksgiving, and as everyone knows, I love to drag out celebrations as long and far as I can. So I like for today to feel like a holiday. Today it sort of has/sort of hasn't. But as the night goes on, I'm feeling the holiday mood.

I prepped ahead, and set up a double play date. That could have backfired, but it actually worked out just like I hoped it would. Mac and her friend Zoe, and Oli and his friend Owen, played all afternoon. To make things more festive, I bought hot chocolate, marshmallows, and whipped cream. One big mess and a hyper daughter later, I kind of regretted that, but it was all in the name of "holiday."

The kids are pretty mellow now, including Miles, who has found his new favorite place to hang out. It has allowed me to search for Christmas gifts online, and even order Miles' Christmas stocking.

It's almost time for a warm, kid-pleasing dinner (baked chicken fingers dipped in almond meal and breadcrumbs. The paleo bug has bitten just a little here), followed by desert, a Star Wars special on TV, and bed.

And then, I'll have my Thanksgiving drink or two. Some traditions are too good to let go of altogether!

And be very thankful to be exactly where I am.

Little Brag

There are many times each day that I am proud of my kids.

Today: Oli was able to read all of his word ring words!

As I've mentioned, we are in Oli's second go-round of Kindergarten. We aren't sure if he has learning disabilities, or was just a young 5, with a birthday so close to the cut-off for school, and needed an extra year to get started. So far, this year, he seems to be doing well and keeping up. By the end of last year, he could only recognize a few of the words on his word ring, which is paper cut-outs of words that he is supposed to memorize. After reading his homework book, we pulled out his word ring from last year, and Oli went through every word! There were a few that he was way off on, but when I called him out on it, he go the right word immediately. I'm assuming that he was joking with me when he missed them, but with Oli, you never know. Either way, I am so happy that he is making progress. I am looking forward to parent/teacher conferences in two weeks to see if he is doing as well as I think he is.

My little tenderoni -- cute and smart. This guy has it all!

Where I'm At

The fall has flown by, and no wonder. It has included a whirlwind trip to Disney world...





The celebration of perfect Miles' first birthday...

Halloween...

Scary Vampire hopped up on sugar

Smooth Criminal

Don't even ask.

Dark Spidey

And surgery.

My long awaited surgery to repair my hernia and diastasis. The bane of my existence for some time now. It was an elective surgery that requires 6-8 weeks of recovery, which includes no lifting of kids. It has required me to wean Miles, and not to even be able to hold him for over a week now. It has required my family to come and care for me, and for Tim to do the bulk of all of the work in the house.

Was it worth it?

At times I have felt a bit like it wasn't. I have felt vain, and frivolous.  How dare I do spend this money and time and attention for something that wasn't medically necessary? When Miles is getting older every day, and my chance to nurse him is now gone. When there are people who don't have money for food, let alone elective surgery. When everyone I know has better things to do than take care of me.

But I also think it was. When I am feeling like it was vain, I remind myself that what really bothered me was that I felt like my body was broken. Not broken in a dramatic, emotional metaphor, but literally, it wasn't working right. And that bothered me. A lot. It bothered me that my core wasn't strong, and that parts of my insides stuck out when I was in certain positions, and that I couldn't exercise and use my body the way I wanted to, and it really bothered me that I couldn't fix it. I am a firm believer that positive thinking, exercise, and the right diet can fix almost anything. But not this. And it drove me crazy.

And, of course, I hated the aesthetics. Even my mom, who felt that I had no pre-surgery aesthetic issues saw my before/after pictures next to each other and said "wow." (God bless her. This is the same woman who never, once, mentioned that I should wax my eyebrows when I was younger, and the same woman who argued to my gym teacher in third grade that I deserved better than a C). Of course, the aesthetics played a huge role in my decision. But when I worry that some of the surgery pain might not go away, that the stitch I have in my side sometimes might be permanent and keep me from running, I feel the same panic and frustration that I felt before the surgery. So I know it wasn't all about looks.

I really hope the before and after is obvious, but if not: before=left, after=right

I also see this surgery as the closing of my child-bearing years, and it kind of breaks my heart. Yes, I realize that everyone but me sees the writing on the wall, that I have my "hands full" and that 3 is the perfect number of kids for me. And no, Tim and I weren't remotely planning or contemplating more kids. But, this surgery may as well have been a hysterectomy. There is no way I could even take the chance of getting pregnant now. And even though I was already there intellectually, this surgery made me catch up emotionally. So, as the last of my milk dries up, I am letting go of that part of my life, and it kind of hurts. (And, for the record, I am of the "there's always room for one more" mentality, so probably, this surgery was a good thing for everyone's sanity.)

Moving forward, I am going to embrace health and work hard to get my body and fitness level where I want it to be. I am going to focus on being a good mom to growing kids. I am going to be grateful for the second chance this surgery has given my body, because whether it was worth it or not will all depend on how I move forward.