I am sure we have to talked to most of you, and shared with you the craziness of our Thanksgiving. No story is fully complete without the pictures to give the visual.
Things I am thankful for...
1. My extremely hard working husband who sacrifices so much to be able to provide for our family
2. My joyful little boy
3. The family that we were able to enjoy over the weekend
4. Reminiscing
5. The very kind woman at the park who in the midst of the craziness offered to take Silas and I home, risking blood dripping all over her car seat
6. My very stable cousin, Shilo, who helped me to remain sane as I looked into the face of my boxer faced little boy
7. The fog that settles on the back roads through Brush Prarie
8. Being the one Silas wants in a room full of people
9. Having people stay at my house
10. Knowing Who I am thankful to
So here is the low down on our little boy. He took a major spill at the park last week. I cannot think of anything this monkey is afraid of, so to demonstrate his strength he was swinging from the hand rail of the upper set of stairs on the play structure and because it was wet he lost his grip and flew off. He caught the first set of stairs on his way down directly up the nose. I saw the entire thing happen and I have to confess I let a swear word slip as I dropped my camera and cell phone (yes, the only belongings I had with me from my cousin's minivan which we had conveniently locked ourselves out of) to run over and pick him up. There was blood instantly along with the kind of screaming and crying that makes a child's body stiffen and shake. Shilo gave me her mitten which I tried to use to catch some of the blood. On our way back toward the van (to do what I don't know since we had no way to get into it) we saw another mom and her son walking towards the park. Shilo and I felt extreme mommy humility as we explained our super blond situation to this mom who then whips out a full on first aid kit from her car (she had her keys obviously), she gave us an ice pack and wipes and then offered to take Silas and I home. After getting calmed down and cleaned up (and waiting 2 hours for the lock smith to come unlock the van), Shilo and I enjoyed a much needed cup of coffee while the kids napped.
