There was time spent the other parts of the family, everyone got a little slice of Thomas time. You are fairly easy to deal with when it comes to these excursions, and I suspect it's because you get so much attention and love that it makes it worth your while. We are lucky that you love new places and don't freak out because your routine has suddenly gone askew. Still, I justified our stay-at-home Saturday during the trip home, to make sure you had your nap, instead of catching catnaps in the car. That was definitely what stressed me out about Halloween, the fact that you did not sleep in the car and then we had all these places to be, people who wanted to see you. And dang it, I had made your costume and by God you were going to wear it! No sleeping now! Chop chop, kid! Trunk or Treating would done, one way or the other! Where's my wire hanger?
I'm about to hit the road with Thomas and my brother, headed for home for Thanksgiving. Beaux will join us when he's off work in a couple of days. I've got a couple of posts that will auto post while I'm away, because apparently nothing inspires me like the thought of being without reliable Internet access for a week! I'm wishing you a lovely holiday, full of whatever and whomever you love best. How about a little Thanksgiving confession time? Are you ready? Come into the booth, close the curtain...I don't really know about confessionals, only what I've seen on TV.
I know it's been quiet here on the blog lately. Right now, I am feeling in a bit of a funk, and yet I am fine, really, I'm fine. There's just a lot swimming in my head. The theological discussion that's been zinging its way back and forth through my inbox, two pieces of heavy news from friends, the fact that I was hoping to go home this weekend for another family getaway, but we stayed here instead. Beaux's job is like a schizophrenic relative - one minute, we think everything is okay, another raise, we're going to make it after all - and then his hours are drastically reduced and I imagine us standing in line at the soup kitchen.
Last week, on our way Home, Thomas refused to sleep in his car seat. He slept while we ran our preliminary errands around town and then woke up before we even got out of the city limits. GO US. At some point on the drive home, James Brown came on the radio, and I started being silly because first of all, it's a natural state for me, and second of all, because I was entertaining a child who would not go to sleep? Why go to sleep when you could poke a straw approximately four thousand times into a fountain drink, being held for you by your long-suffering mother?