Thanksgiving snuck up on me this year.  I can’t believe that it’s this week.

In our house, mommy is home sick today with a fever and other stomach flu types of issues and it’s so nice outside – it’s 60+ degrees out there!

Since I have the urge to complain, I thought I’d go through the exercise of remembering what I’m most thankful for this year.  Of course, I’m thankful for Punkie, who, two years ago at this time, seemed like an impossibility for us.  We were going to regular visits at the fertility clinic and trying to get pregnant.  Although we tried so hard to have Punkie, I really don’t think I appreciated how much I would love that little peanut.  I even love his little Donald Trump comb-over.

And I’m thankful for my husband.  He is genuinely one of the good ones, and he puts up with a lot of nonsense from me.

I’m thankful also to have a profession that allows me to take care of myself and my family.  Although being a lawyer isn’t often much fun, in my humble opinion, it has allowed me to make some choices in life that wouldn’t have been possible otherwise.

Hopefully, tomorrow will be a new day and I’ll feel much better.


One Year is Imminent

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I just can’t believe that Punkie will be turning 1 soon.  He’s almost 11 months old and I’m starting to plan the first birthday party.

He’s changed so much, obviously.  I almost don’t remember that little peanut from a year ago.  If I’m being honest, I enjoy him a lot more now that he’s trying to talk and communicate.  When he does a hand motion to communicate with me, my heart swells up.  And the little noises he makes when he flips through the pages of one of his books is the cutest thing I have ever heard.  Ever.

I’m feeling a lot of stress about the birthday party – not the planning part.  I can plan it, no problem.  It’s the family getting together part.  We just don’t get along and I just won’t be able to stand it if Punkie gets pulled into the drama and fighting.  I really hope we can all behave ourselves for his birthday.

I had considered not doing a party because he won’t know the difference and, well, I just don’t want to deal with drama.  But it’s not fair to Punkie or me if I let that stuff stop me from celebrating this happy little boy.

So, I’ll find some time to festoon the house with blue and green balloons and cartoon dinosaurs and there will be cake.  And Punkie will smash that cake like it’s his job.