Some Exciting Evening

It's 8 PM; Gregg is making a pumpkin cheesecake for Thanksgiving, I'm on the couch watching the Coyotes game, and Sabrina's on the floor coloring on her giant paper pad.  The Boys are somewhere, sleeping.  We're enjoying the quiet as we wait for the arrival of Grandma-ma from San Antonio Texas.  Gregg's mother has not seen the baby since last November, so it will be exciting to have her and her husband here for a few days to visit and have Thanksgiving.  Right now, I'm just enjoying the calm before the storm.

Happy Thanksgiving

My first attempt at pig tails!

I'm sure I'm the umpteenth parent today to post about how grateful I am for my baby, and I am.  Gregg and I love her to death; she's the best thing to ever happen to us.  I'm thankful for him as well, for being my best friend and my soulmate.  Those things go without saying.  So my post today is really for Sabrina's birthmother.

For you, I can't begin to say how I feel about what you've done.  You have made a decision that has changed the lives of all of us forever.  I cannot begin to understand how you came to that decision, but I am thankful you did.  You have given us a gift that no one else could, made our family whole by giving us Sabrina.  She is the light of our lives and the focus of everything we do from now on.  She's like a magical being come to live with us, sharing her love and laughter and being loved back by us and our families.  I can't describe how much I'm in love with her, and I know Gregg feels the same.  For this, we can never thank you enough.  For me, you will always be the first thought of my Thanksgiving.

Also, I'm thankful for pasta.  I love pasta.
Oh and DVR's.  Aren't they great?

Happy Thanksgiving

Happy Thanksgiving everyone!

I hope you all had enough to eat...I did. We went to my sister's house and she served up a great meal; we had good food and a good time with the neices and nephews. Before we went over there, I admit to tearing up a bit as I watched the end of Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade. Seems not so much a big deal here in Arizona, but growing up in New York it was mandatory TV in the morning. Ask anyone from NY when Christmas "officially" starts and you'll get the same answer. Not after Halloween, not when stores start playing carols, not when decorations start appearing in mid November. For New Yorkers, Christmas officially starts at the end of Macy's parade when Santa, the real Santa, arrives on his sleigh in Herald Square. Not one second before. We're told Santa himself makes the trip to Macy's to proclaim Christmas officially here. I always feel nostalgic watching that part, but today I just thought about what it would be like to see little Finster's wide open eyes and us telling him the real Santa just started Christmas. I told Gregg be prepared because when it's five or six we're going to have Thanksgiving dinner on Long Island after spending the morning watching the parade in the city. I want the kid to see it when he can enjoy it, and when it still believes in the magic of Santa.

Happy Thanksgiving to all of you!