The little Pilgrim

Today was the Thanksgiving Feast at Preschool. If you think you don't have something to be thankful for, ask a four year old. With one of the craziest weeks of our lives behind us and an even busier weekend ahead, it was nice to stop the packing and cleaning and looking at Lee funny when he suggests something about packing clothes in a trash bag b/c we are out of everything else and enjoy their little prayer. Things to be thankful for? Rainbows, dog licks, a good slide, anything purple, an open window so mommy can watch kids while they play outside. I am sure there are more, but you get the idea.

I got to school in time to lay out my little cupcakes when Mrs Toole ran in the room and said Sophie was on stage. I grabbed the camera, and captured her re-enacting the story of Thanksgiving. Here she is, pretending to build a cabin.

When she saw me in the back of the room, her little face lit up and she whispered quite loudly, "hey mommy! look at me! i made the stage!" I see Broadway lights in 17 years with this one.

So tonight, instead of stressing over dirty grout, we are going to our favorite little Tex Mex place for one last bean burrito and the best salsa around. And tomorrow morning? I am heating green beans for 40 people at a project Thanksgiving mission. Lee is forgo-ing the back pain to hand out frozen turkeys for a few hours. Why stress over having a small commute for a month from a fabulous house while our new house is being painted to a color we like, and suffering a little so buyers who actually bought our house in 8 days can start their lives in the house where we began our family?

Word to the wise, if you call me this weekend and complain about your life, you may get an ear full. Not because ours is so hectic right now, but because it can't be that bad.

Happy Thanksgiving!

A glimpse into our life right now...

Sophie just walked into the living room, lugging a completely overpacked princess bag stuffed with toys, cups, pink cowboy boots, and tiaras. Lee asked her what she was doing. Her reply? Playing mommy. She quickly threw the bag in the corner, heaved a big sigh, and got another bag on her shoulder to repeat the action.

Happy Monday and Happy Packing.

An early wake up call

Lee is out of town, and that usually means our schedules are out of whack. Add packing for a trip a day earlier than expected, cleaning the house so the people who have a contract on it (wwaaahhooo!) can come at 9 am to measure for furniture, handling a dog with a limp, finding ballet shoes, and anything else that comes about and our life is a little hectic.

At bedtime last night we couldn't find Harper's "Big One"- her favorite red paci that is bigger than all the rest. She only gets her pacis at sleeptime, so it is crucial she has her favorite one at bed time. However, big one was nowhere to be found. She reluctantly took her yellow tiger paci and went to bed with no problems, much to my relief. I cleaned and watched election results until I literally had my eyes shut, then vowed to get up early this morning to finish cleaning and packing before we leave this morning for our day.

I heard a little moan at 4:15 saying "oh, my paci, I need big one. Oh, paci". It wasn't really a cry, just a sad little voice. I got up to look one more time for big one, but no luck. I went into the girls room to get Harper before she woke up Sophie, and found THE sweetest thing. Sophie was rubbing Harper's head singing Hush Little Baby. It worked for a few minutes, until Harper saw me in the doorway. I found Yellow Tiger and brought her to my bed, where she grabbed my hand and made me rub her head like Sophie had been doing. This continued until 5:30 when my alarm went off and promptly had Harper sit up in bed and ask for cartoons.

By 10 this morning I am sure we will all be in terrible moods from the lack of sleep, but right now all three of us have been in helpful moods since EARLY today!