Sunday, November 16, 2008

I Am Thankful For...

1. I AM THANKFUL FOR MY HEATER. As I turned it on last night, I thought how lucky I am to be able to set a temperature, push a button and my house stays warm. I don't have to chop wood and build a fire. I don't have to sleep in the cold. I just push a button. And pay my gas bill.

2. I AM THANKFUL FOR ALL THE LEAVES ON THE GROUND IN MY BACKYARD. Cleaning them up is not all that fun (Bryan does most of that anyway), but Kevin and Trey get so excited whenever they see the leaves start to fall. Their simple joy found jumping in leaf piles is something I look forward to every year.

3. I AM THANKFUL FOR THE GUY WHO LET ME INTO HIS LANE ON THE FREEWAY SO I WOULDN'T MISS MY EXIT TO MY HAIR APPOINTMENT ON FRIDAY. I was running late and would have been really late if I missed that exit. Granted, I may have forced my way over into his lane. But nonetheless, at least he braked to avoid hitting me.

4. I AM THANKFUL FOR THE FULL MOON WE HAD THIS WEEK. We were driving home one night and noticed it. It was huge - twice the size it normally looks. It kept creeping behind the mountains as we were driving. The boys were in awe and took a few moments when we got home to go in the front yard and stare at it.

5. I AM THANKFUL FOR ALL THE STAIRS IN MY HOUSE. I usually complain about having to go up and down the stairs all the time. Looking at the positive side, my butt is extremely grateful because it would probably be a little bigger without the stairs.

6. I AM THANKFUL FOR TWO BOYS WHO ARE EXTREMELY GOOD FRIENDS. They are running around the house right now, making a lot of noise, and laughing hysterically at each other. I can tell when they are laughing at each other because their laughs are different when they are together. Kind of like a laugh only reserved for each other. I love that sound.

7. I AM THANKFUL THAT TREY DOESN'T CRY WHEN I WASH HIS HAIR ANYMORE. Seriously, this is a huge milestone for us. Better than when he started walking. Trey is extremely sensitive to anything that he looses any bit of control over. Up until 3 months ago, he screamed at the top of his lungs at every bath time. I would make sure all the windows in the house were shut because if neighbors heard him, they would probably report us for child abuse. He screamed like I was burning him with a hot curling iron. He would even warn me before his bath that he was going to cry. "Mom, I'm going to cry when you wash my hair." Who does that? Then all of a sudden, it was done. He realized that getting his hair washed wasn't the end of the world and there are far better things to save his lungs for. My blood pressure is now at normal levels during bath time.

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