My Everyday Life

Oma and Opa made a Thanksgiving-type feast for us.  Of course, in between checking on the turkey, making stuffing, brussel sprouts, cauliflower and all the other fixings, Oma and Opa also found time to play with these little turkeys.

Ok, so that probably needs some explanation.  Even though this picture isn’t all that interesting, one part of it really  hit me hard – J’s hands.  They aren’t the hands of a baby anymore.  So much mommy-nostalgia… I must be getting my period.

The other day I realized that pretty soon we will no longer have a crib in the house.  J jumped out at 2 and a half years old and despite our best efforts to keep him in his crib, after two months, we gave up and moved him to a toddler bed.  R has started asking to climb out of his crib so I’m guessing it won’t be long before he just takes the initiative and tries it himself.

I snuck into J’s room while he was upstairs playing and found him laying on his bed and singing “let it go” to Princess Anna in his adorable little singing voice.  So stinkin’ cute.