Thanksgiving

Today Dumpling and I were at a friend's house, watching while she got a jump from the Triple A.  As usual, Dumpling was totally enthralled.  He went straight up to him and told him that "Eemah and
Babba were at my house but they had to go home."  Eemah and Babba are Jesse's parents, and we hadn't seen them since March, and it was so, so nice.  The children did not need any time to get reacquainted.

The week was full.  (I love the expression on Dumpling's face here-he wants to eat the pie crust.)  There were lots of stories, lots of singing, LOTS of cooking, lots of playing (Eemah is totally willing to get down on the floor with my children), lots of cleaning (Eemah can quietly clean and play with the children all day long--it's amazing) and, well, lots of meltdowns.  I am grateful for many, many things, one of them is the understanding and love that enveloped my intense little boy.  It is tough to be sensitive, three, and have the routine altered in your house.  Eemah and Babba did not judge, just showed him lots of patience and love. 

And a Thanksgiving meal got cooked, the first Sunday of Advent was greeted with two very special people.