Thanksbirthdays!

The week of Thanksgiving is a busy time for us.  And you're probably thinking, "Really, you too?  Join the club."  Yes, it is a busy time because of travel and cooking and eating all that food like green bean casserole and turkey and stuffing (all of which I really don't care for).  And it's also a busy time for many because they enter a state of lunacy and go shopping at midnight amidst a mob of overly tired and overly turkefied people.

Yes, the week of Thanksgiving is busy for me for those reasons too, but it also marks the birth of four very special people in my life.

 

On November 19 my darling husband said goodbye to the carefree spontanaiety of his 20s.  Oh wait, I believe that ended the day I gave birth to two boys at once.  Anyway, we were able to celebrate with a romantic weekend away in Philadelphia paid by Loudoun County taxpayers.  Just kidding, well sort of.  I just tagged along while he attended a foreign language conference.  Yay for free hotel stays and food allowances! 

 

Celebrating Ben's birthday: What is this??!!  Not one, but two pictures of Ben and myself sans kids.  And only one of them is a self-portrait!  I'm gushing with pride.  

 On November 20 my mom turned 39!  Yes, she had me when she was 10, but that is another story for another day.  I love my mom, and she has taught me a lot over the years.  And even though she now makes fun of me for my binder full of coupons and my tendency to be overly frugal, I owe my cheapness to her.  Making a nine year old save up a year's worth of money to buy an $82 American Girl doll would make any girl into a frugally fabulous young woman.     

And last but not least, my two little men turn TWO today!  Did I mention that I get emotional over birthday milestones?  I was depressed when I turned 10 (double digits) and distraught when I turned 12 (too old for the kid's menu at restaurants).  So when Hudson and Corbin turned one last year, I sobbed for a week.  But this year, I have yet to shed a tear.  Bring on the potty training!  Bring on the tantrums!  I'm ready.  My guys are officially not babies anymore.  They now age in years and not months.  Soon they'll be out of their cribs and talking in sentences.  Learning their ABCs and going to preschool . . . Where did Ben put those tissues?