That'll be thanks

Ah, the Friday before Thanksgiving.  It could possibly be one of the best weekends of the year.  If you work at it, you can train your mind to just stay in weekend mode and coast right through the first few days of the next week until the holiday.   What, it's Monday? no big deal, this week is so short, it is kind of a Friday. So is Tuesday. Wednesday IS a Friday.   Living a life where I largely feel like i have to survive from one day to the next, this is a happy thing.

Question: Why does my baby cry and cry and wail in his bed because he doesn't want to sleep, only to play for 10 minutes and then calmly go down without a fight? Why?  Did he just HAVE to play with his books for a few minutes longer before he could feel really fatigued?  Why, Julian. Why.   Or does he just do it for the sake of the win, and while he puts on a facade that he truly did want to stay up and play, he's actually relishing his victory over his poor sucker parents, gives a few minutes just to prove his point further and then finally, on his terms, relents and sleeps because he actually was tired all along.   I think this theory is most likely.  

What are you making for T-giving? Is someone making THIS? Because someone has to. 

It's a cake made out of layers of stuffing, turkey, sweet potatoes, topped with marshmallows and frosted with mashed potatoes.  So disgusting, yet wonderful. 

A small list of things i am actually thankful for at this moment:

• my health. Seriously. These days i'm beginning to learn the lesson that being a sick parent = DEATH.  Being sick by itself is the pitty pit pits, but having to take care of a kid, and possibly a sick kid while you're sick? Utterly impossible. How do people do it? No, seriously. Someone tell me. Julian's been sick for an eternity and I recently was on the brink of sickness like 3 separate times.  Sometimes flu, sometimes cold. But it never went anywhere. My iron-clad immune system clawed its way back up. I believe it was a combination of guzzling Emergen-C, putting myself through some serious exposure therapy  (AKA basically giving up and eating off the same utensils as Julian & not even trying anymore to avert my open mouth or eyes when he coughs or sneezes right into them) and just the sheer will to overcome that prevented me from actually getting sick.   It's a miracle and a wonder. This also may be due to the law of physics that states "moms get sick approximately once a decade" because i seem to recall my own mom hardly ever getting sick.
• mini-bananas.  A recent discovery, i love them so much.  They're practically perfect in every way and so useful.
• friends who offer to babysit.  I think i've offered to babysit maybe once in my life. I'm a bad person.  But these people are the sweetest gems,  especially because this means i get to go see Harry Potter which may suck, but at least i'll get to watch it and boo at Hermione on the big screen.
• Julian's cute face.  Seriously, i wonder how much i'd really love him if he weren't so beautiful. Is that shallow of me? I guess it is.  But man alive, things are so much easier because he's pretty in the face. Man, i should write a book for kids or something. These are priceless life lessons I'm talking about here. Sean and i agreed the other night that he's no doubt headed for a somewhat charmed life because of it.  Sean says Julian will be humbled by the glasses he'll have to inevitably wear at 3 years old. But i think that'll just add to his adorableness. Plus it'll look like he has brains and beauty.

So I got some flowers recently and one got away from the bouquet so i tried to find its own vase. I own approximately 0 vases and threw it into a water glass.  I walked by it the other day and at first it made me laugh.  So sad:

But now I've changed my mind.  This is kind of awesome, isn't it? New favorite way to hold a flower! Also, it lived for like 2 weeks I swear.

This is a hodgepodge post. It isn't very funny or remarkable or even thought-provoking.  But if I were to end on any kind of note it would be a C#, because it's my favorite. 

Happy pre-Thanksgiving weekend. 

p.s.  The title of this post is a shout-out to my sister who once said this while leaving a message on someone's public answering machine.  Meant to say "that'll be great" but jumped the gun? Irregardless, it's awesome and a mainstay of my vocabulary.