Thankful

for too many things to count...But here is a short collection (in no particular order):

Nora and Graham.  What a delightful brood I have.  They make me happy.  I love them so much.

Ella.  She is the sprinkles on our cupcake.

Clinton.  All of him.  The silly, the serious, the conversations, the silence.  All the things I roll my eyes at and all the things I want to happen over and over again.  Couch cuddling, dinner cooking, reading in bed, being parents, being in love.  He is everything I never needed/wanted/and didn't know I needed/wanted.  My marriage is practically perfect in every way.

My parents.  All 4 of them.  I am amazingly blessed with step-parents from paradise.  My mom and dad and dad and debbie.  Y'all make it all the way it should be.  I am so sad for people who don't have good parents.

My job.  I hate it.  But I love my team, my management, my company.  Just not the pressure.  The money...yes, that.  It pays my bills.  It leaves nothing more.  It is just right.

Pretzel M&Ms.

Wine.  

Danskos.  My work shoes allow me to stand all day without wanting to murder my customers.

Crocs.  

Elf.  My favorite Christmas movie.  Tis the season!

Jesus.  My savior.  How cool is that?  

Clinton's job.  It's a pain not having a schedule.  It's lonely when he's gone.  If we didn't have this job.  We couldn't make it.  Ends WOULD NOT meet.

Stella McCartney Perfume.

OPI nail polish.

My tiny home.  It's warm.  It's cozy.  

My closest friends.  Rachel, Ryan, and Rebecca.  They know every bit of me.  And, they love me just the same.  

My work friends.  You all make 9-8 tolerable.  We are a family.

The rest of my family.  Blood related and not.  

That is quite a list and honestly, it's no where close to being complete.

God is Great!  He has given me all I need and more.  

xxoo,

Frootie!

Sick

My daycare lady warned me that "the bug" is going around....now I'm freaking terrified. I HATE "the bug" ... I know everyone hates it, but I hate it more. I wish it never ever existed. Having small children and being sick isn't an option. HavIng one sick child and one healthy child also sucks. I don't even want to think about having 2 sick ones at the same time. I am a nervous wreck. I just got over being a wreck almost daily about it after Nora had it in Feb. it took omgosh like 8 months. Help. Pray. I know I am.

xxoo,
Frootie!

Christmas Lists

Ella wants a bunch of crap for her American Girl Doll. Why? Why is it that kids want such expensive stuff and then they are over it approximately 5 days after Christmas?

Nora wants a stroller for her baby doll and a doll house. This year will be really fun for us with her because she is starting to 'get it'.

Graham is too know to know what he wants and doesn't want. But he's getting socks and little people stuff.

Clinton says he wants books. I am gonna surprise him this year and I can't wait!

I want an iPad mini. Or a juicer. Or some new work shoes.

All my kids need socks. Hunting for socks every morning will make me prematurely grey.

xxoo,
Frootie!

Thanksgiving

At what point in my life should I start having thanksgiving traditions? And how does a vegetarian have traditions for a holiday that circles around mass turkey executions?

This year I think I'm gonna try tofurkey. I hope it's good. I'd love to eat tofurkey sandwiches on Black Friday and Saturday. Speaking of Black Friday, I need to get an aerobed of some sort.

New Year's Eve my friend Ryan is coming home from England. He's going to stay with us for a bit and I am so excited/nervous! Our little house is really going to be busting at the seams. Busting with fun!

xoxo,
Frootie!

Dogs

I have really cute dogs.

Praying

I am not very good at prayer. If I were to be asked to pray over dinner....I would decline. It makes me terribly uncomfortable. Because of my fear I am working with Nora to get her more comfortable with praying in public.

The prayer I encourage is: Dear Jesus. Thank you for food, thank you for our house, and thank you for everyone who loves us. Amen.

At first it was me saying and her repeating. Now she says it on her own.

And.

The last 2 times....she's thanked Jesus for Mama.

Me!

Xoxo,
Frootie!