Book lists make me giddy.
Time to update Goodreads! (Also a great reminder that I still need to download The Painted Girls before we leave for vacation tomorrow morning. Since maybe the kids will sleep on the flight, giving me time to read LOLOLOLOLOL.)
In order of importance …
Cooper, a week shy of 14 months, began blowing his own nose and has continued through this whole cold. I mean, he doesn’t go get his own tissue, but he knows exactly what to do when we hold it up to his nose. He kills me with cuteness several times a day.
I just received an email confirming all of our travel plans. We’ll be in Mexico in less than 48 hours, and the forecast is mid-80s for the entirety of our trip. Ahhhhhhh.
My Black Friday purchases started rolling in this afternoon, so Christmas officially begins for me today (in that the majority of my purchases were for moi).
My in-laws blew us off for Thanksgiving. It was “their year”, but they opted to go on a vacation with my sister-in-law and her family instead -to which we were given a rather tardy unvitation. They didn’t even call or email to say Happy Thanksgiving, which is pretty crappy and hurt A’s feelings (particularly given that we were getting daily [annoying] texts from the European river cruise they were on three weeks ago).
When they returned on Sunday, Andrew spoke to them and shared that we were hurt by their behavior (and also concerned). They were quite flippant about the whole thing. Then, THEN, they had the nerve to get all bent when we weren’t falling all over ourselves to try to get together that day. Sorry, nope. The best part was the texts: “Are you punishing us? We said we were sorry”, “We have gifts for the boys, but it seems like we won’t see them until Christmas …. ” C’mon.
The kicker is that I just received an Evite from them for Christmas dinner at their house. An EVITE. For Christmas. With their children and grandchildren. An event we’d already discussed and committed to long ago.
Andrew must have seen the Evite before I did since he’d already responded for our family as “Maybe.” Love that man, really I do.
On November 15, 2009 I committed to the marrow registry.
In the spirit of holiday giving, this is something I encourage you to consider doing.
The National Marrow Donor Program used to be one of my clients, and not only are they the kindest and most amazing people you’ll likely ever meet, their mission is one to be admired - and one you can easily be involved in. Soon after taking them on as a client, more than 60% of my coworkers became donors. It’s that easy. It’s that important.
If you’re not interested in joining the registry (a process that NMDP makes simple and painless), perhaps you’d like to make a donation on your own behalf or in honor of a loved one as a holiday gift?
Root Vegetable Gratin - finished.
Carrot Souffle - in the oven now for phase 1 of cooking.
Outfits - chosen, pressed.
Bags - packed with bday presents for my siblings, a million things for the kids, charged camera, hostess gift for my mom.
Cooper - in the ER with Andrew.
Yeah, kind of throwing a wrench in things. My poor baby has croup, and they are deciding now if they’ll admit him since he’s still struggling to breathe after a steroid and 2 breathing treatments. For now, I’m holding off on listing the various things I have to be thankful for in hopes of adding “Having my baby home with me on Thanksgiving” to that list.
Today is my birthday (yay, blahblahblah), and if my family and friends are good at one thing, it’s making you feel special on your birthday. Phone calls, texts, blog posts, FB messages, special status updates on FB, etc. They really go all out - especially my parents and siblings.
Tonight my Dad posted this photo of us on his wall, and it made me smile. It’s the first time I’ve ever EVER seen that Cooper has some of my genes. I can see a bit of Will, too, but there’s certainly some Cooper in the eye shape and the cheeks. Also, I love my big sister’s hand reaching up to hold mine (we have so many pics of W doing that to baby C). Also also … my Dad’s Foster Grants and the ‘stache and the chest hair? GTFO. I can’t stop laughing.