Posts Tagged ‘Thanksgiving’

As I headed home from my grandmother’s house on Thanksgiving, I noticed I had a rather large stick in my back windshield. So I asked, “Why is there a stick in my back windshield?”  My dear sweet child, Sebastian, said that he liked the stick and he was taking it home.

Yes, my child found a stick that he liked and decided to take it home. 

This short conversation has stayed on my mind ever since.  Why in the world would he need to bring a stick home? He never plays outside. 

Our yard is a barren wasteland of just plain old boring grass.  Perfect for smooth mowing, which is exactly what Josh is trying to accomplish, but it isn’t the best yard for the childhood imagination.

We don’t have rocks in our yard.  Josh gets rid of those.  He doesn’t want to run over it with the lawn mower.

We don’t have sticks in our yard.  Josh gets rid of those, too.  He doesn’t want to run over these with the lawn mower, either.

We don’t have leaves because Josh chops leaves up with the lawnmower.  Not sure why he does this.  Don’t they just disintegrate?

We don’t have old tires, overgrown flowerbeds, swings, picnic tables, overgrown roots, or rusted old stuff left over from 30 years ago.

I told Josh about the conversation with Sebastian and how there aren’t any sticks in the yard.  Of course Josh implied that he did wish the kids would play in the yard more.  Knowing better, I said, “Now just what would you say if you walked outside and seen the kids digging a hole in the yard with a stick?”  He chuckled and said, “I would tell them to stop.”

I am not sure where Sebastian put his stick, but hopefully he hid it well.  There is no rock, stick, or leaf in our yard that is safe from Josh, and I don’t see that changing anytime soon.


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I would think that traditions are important to a lot of people, especially around the holidays. Some traditions are complex while others are simple. Some involve religious beliefs while others do not. Who knows, you may have a tradition that you don’t even think of as a tradition.

I was thinking about the traditions in my own family. We have traditions such as doing crafts at Thanksgiving and Christmas. Even something as simple as having my Grandmother’s Chicken and Dumplings at every holiday could be viewed as a tradition.

I think about how my mother and I would go out to eat, then to the movies every Saturday when I was a teenager. That was sort of our mother and daughter time. Even now, I still go shopping (most of the time it is to Sam’s or the grocery store) with my mom on most Saturday’s. We don’t get to the movies much anymore, but I feel like we have continued the tradition of spending time together on Saturday’s.

Now that I have my own children, I am thinking about traditions that I celebrate with them. Sadly, I can’t think of anything really significant that we could call a “tradition” other than attending church, but I don’t know if this qualifies as a real tradition. I think that my family gets so caught up with life that we forget to stop every now and then and enjoy being together as a family.

So, I need some inspiration! I want to hear about your family traditions.   🙂

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This hasn’t been a good week for posting, but it is the week of Thanksgiving plus I have the birth of my fourth child consuming my every thought–or so it seems.

Thanksgiving was great. I ate way too much food, but I ate so much that I didn’t even eat supper. Desert was my supper that night.

The day after Thanksgiving was spent with another side of the family. It was great too, but I really think that I was still full from the day before when I stuffed myself with stuffing and homemade macaroni and cheese. Yes, it was homemade mac n cheese–not the stuff from the box.

The kids are getting excited about the baby. I have kind of mellowed out when they question me about how I feel. Honestly, I think they have come to the same conclusion I have. This baby does not want to come out. Baby number 4 really likes it where he is right now and is refusing to give it up.

The good news is that if he hasn’t come by Monday, then I am to be at the hospital Monday morning to be induced. Basically, he can decide on his own to come out or else. I really like the or else, because I have fast labors and if I chose not to get the epidural then ok–but not making it to the hospital in time to get the epidural (like with no. 2) is a completely different story. Plus, I live about 45 minutes from the hospital and I do not want to be that woman on the side of the road with a frantic husband trying to deliver a baby and three other kids freaking out because my husband is having to deliver their baby brother. I mean, that could be traumatizing for life and make my daughter never want kids and my boys decide that it was just too risky to have kids because they don’t want to be that man on the side of the road delivering their own child.

I hope everyone had a great Thanksgiving and thought about what they were thankful for in their lives. I did.

But that is for another post.

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