Love Actually is All Around

I must have unconsciously picked the right side of the wish bone to pull because Thanksgiving entailed three 1-2-3 count 'em 3 full days of Loverpants, no pager, no interruption, all Loverpants all the time, and I was thankful indeed. I surmised that even Baby Girl was flourishing with her papa around to nuzzle noses and read all of the Sandra Boynton books in voices that mommy can't simulate. And that right there, folks, is why Adam got hisself an Eve. It was largely because Adam would be lonely, but also! God knew that Eve just couldn't do all the clever voices for Cain n' Abel. Adam would need to school her in storytime. However, because I subsist on self-invented neurosis and can't sit back and actually fully enjoy time with my husband, I was thinking about my mother-in-law and how she told me that she discovered that her own father had a brain tumor. She began to notice that he started doing peculiar, childish things like getting huffy when his grandsons would win in board games, and not closing the door to the bathroom. So of course Loverpants goes and gets all miffy when Baby Girl won't give him a smooch on the cheek and later on he falls when walking down the basement steps and I'm springing up in bed OMG LOVERPANTS! GO GET A CAT SCAN IMMEDIATELY!!!!

I pulled myself together, though, as Loverpants had to go back to work and I had to do some roving around downtown with Baby Girl so she could experience full-on the season of wonder and lights. We took many pictures over the last few days, such that if it were a crime, I'd be held in the slammer for life, with no chance of parole.

*** We also attempted to take our yuppie family holiday picture. You can see how successful we were. Take Two.

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It was the eve before Thanksgiving, and all through the condo,Loverpants and I were rummaging around for winter woolies to wear for our Turkey trot in the morning. We were all manner of PUMPED for our 5 mi and 2 mi races respectively, and Loverpants was all poised to push the pram (with baby bundled warmly within, natch).

But he and I were both snarfing away through congested noses. And making coughing noises, throwing our whole bodies into it like Muppets with emphysema. I don't know why I'm writing this in poetic verse. It's really just a silly narrative about how Loverpants got paged and only got a few hours of sleep and I was snarfing away all night and resigned to Nyquilling myself at about midnight, so we both woke up with hangovers, he with a Worked All Night hangover, and I with a Nyquil hangover. So we didn't race afterall. Instead we sort of tended to the babe in shifts. Loverpants and Baby Girl read books, played with blocks, talked a lot of smack about the Turkey Trot next year. Mama napped. Mama gets up. Feeds Baby Girl, read books, played with blocks, spit some verse about the awesomeness of Thanksgiving carbs.

All the while Loverpants was preparing a luscious bird per usual. I am really proud of him, he is a really talented cook. We went over to some dear friends' for supper and everyone was back home and nestled in their beds by a decent hour. How blessed and how stuffed we are!

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P.S. Did you know that it's a wonderful life?

Scan the picture with the bell shape and see what it reveals...

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Time, see also: Precious Gift

Whenever Loverpants changes the baby's diaper, I sometimes get a little bit irked because the church ladies all swarm like pigeons WHAT A GOOD DADDY! and Loverpants has to demo his special methodology of cloth diapering and it all becomes a big show, and it's not that I really want to get in there and fight for my rightful Golden Clothespin trophy, but come on. Why can a mother change enough diapers to absorb the arctic glacier and no one flinches, whereas Daddy Diaper Bag saddles in and does a quick changeroo in the back pew at church and everyone is slapping their cheeks Kevin McAllister-like and punching him in the biceps WHO'S YOUR DADDY! But then I know the man behind the diaper, behind the closed doors, and I can tell you, he is deserving of every ounce of praise. My husband really is a great father, a tremendous parent, and I am always learning from him. The other night he came home at 10:30p from Job #2 to work an overnight at Job #3 and made it home just in time to shower before Job #1 at 7a.m. the next day. I had only slept 3 hours myself due to a pesky assignment I was struggling with the night before, so I had fed the babe and tried to buy some more zzzz's by putting her back down again. But the first thing Loverpants did when he came home was to go for that little sucktopus, pick her up and see if there was any a.m. tomfoolery to be had. I am constantly reminded of how lucky Baby Girl is to have such a caring, devoted father. We all are.

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