Our Thanksgiving...

I must clarifiy my previous post. Eddie wears underwear all day, everyday. It is only during the overnight that he wears a diaper. It is when we put this diaper on him that he finally releases the poop he has somehow saved up despite copious amounts of miralax. Thus resulating in a diaper change in short order. Josie is still wearing a diaper most of the time--when we can get her to.

They are willing to pose together more than in the past (for now).

This is the back of the house now. Now we just have to do the landscaping and we'll be all set--this addition took almost 4 years for us to begin from the time we began looking at replacing the rotting porch, so it could be a while for the landscaping...

We had a busy thanksgiving. Full of getting the house ready for guests, cooking, raking leaves, playing with visiting relatives, puking, spending quality time in the smallest room of the house, shopping, cleaning up kid poop and pee, and getting out the Christmas decorations.

Everyone (G'parents Ohio, Aunt Lore', Uncle D and their foster son) showed up late Wednesday. Good thing too, as they helped with the kids while we finished putting enough things away for them to have a place to put their bags and lay their heads.

Den and I cooked most of the dinner, with lots of help from the guests when they wandered into the kitchen--I made 2 dishes, both without Den standing over me, as he was too busy with the 3 kinds of stuffing, mashed potatos, sweet potatos and turkey.

Apparently I was so busy on Thursday I must have forgotten to eat much (if you don't count a couple handfulls of chocolate chips). I either caught a bug or all that rich butter-soaked food did it, but Thurs. night was extremely rough for me. The next day wasn't much better. It might be a bug, as g'pa Ohio got sick Saturday night and Den is wondering if he is flirting with quality time on the radiant-heated floor of our new bathroom.

J meanwhile decided to take this potty training thing seriously. Everyday except the morning I was massively sick, she has pooped in the potty. She also peed once in the potty (purely by luck at having her sitting there at the time). She has also pooped on the family room rug, the kitchen floor and peed on the family room rug, the thick training underwear we got her to wear when she refused the diaper, and on the kitchen floor. I'm really torn. I want to neither discourage or encourage her. Basically I don't want to put any pressure on her, especially as she is just now starting to be able to communicate with us using words.

The City comes by on Monday for the last pass of picking up the leaves and Den was determined not to have to bag the leaves. In the above photo he stands next to 2 afternoons of work--thanks to g'pa and Uncle D.

I convinced Den to hang up some artwork on 2 walls of the family room. I know it goes against his sense of order and all that, but it looks great and the kids love to see their artwork. Right now it's a mix of preschool and Cookie-school work so includes both J and Ed pieces. Maybe I'll try and zoom in on a couple pieces before we switch them out.

And in a funny culmination to the weekend. We went to the 5pm service on Sunday (thank goodness there are about 8 different masses from which to chose). Den had taken a fussy J outside and as the Priest went through the list of apostles and saints as they always do, Eddie turns to me and amazed says, "he just listed all the trains!". As in all the Thomas trains. He's become a devotee of Thomas the Tank engine DVDs during his evening nebulizer--actually it's one particular episode on one of the three discs we have. I had to stiffle a laugh, but it has also become apparent I'm going to need to brush up on the ins and outs of my religion so I can field the questions with more than a mumble.

Happy Thanksgiving.