We hosted our very first family Thanksgiving here at the house over the last weekend. In my opinion it went quite well, even if I did hear the phrase "that's just not how my mom's turned out" several times (Its OK, honey, sentimentality between a son and mother is endearing). I wasn't very stressed because I was very well prepared. It was a bit easier because we didn't have our meal until Saturday, so I had help from the hubby for a couple of days before his family arrived. I was able to plan a few things in advance, get the house the cleanest its ever been, and set my table. I was so busy the day of however that I only had time to take some very poor pictures of my table and none of the food or people. The whole event can sometimes be very anti-climactic, much like my photos. You cook all day, sometimes for days at a time, and then you shove it all down in a matter of minutes. This year John and I let everyone else eat while we each fed a baby, and then we got to our own plates. Oh well, I am thankful for the babies and that's really what the season is about anyway. We were grateful to see John's family in good health (with the exception of some coughs and sniffles) and to spend some much needed time with them. Though short, the visit was pleasant and we are excited to see them again at Christmas. Here is a very yellow lit shot of my white and grey table using my own dishes, my Great Grandmother's art deco china and my Grandmother's crystal. Finally a reason to get this fun stuff out!
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| We are thankful for milk and bananas. Oh and our fingers. |
The Friday before we had the big meal Samuel and William turned 6 months old. I can't even begin to believe that they are 6 months already. Only the fact that they both are getting huge, sitting on their own, one is rolling and the other one has just started (as of today) scooting backwards reminds me of how much time has passed. People say it is the first 6 months that is hard with twins. I would say this is true. Things are getting easier, but are by no means easy, especially with a needy two year old. Now the boys are up to two meals a day on solid foods which makes meal times rather hard - and I once thought nursing was bad. But the fun things and the milestones can now outweigh the hard stuff.
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| Happy Samuel |
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| Happy William |
They are so very happy (again - when they sleep well) and the best part of my day is going in to get them after a good nap and to get that big old gummy grin from both of them. I didn't get this stuff much with Lillian, only on the weekends, and I forget that sometimes. I have to check myself on a daily basis to take mental pictures of the good things because this will be the last time I get to see this stuff from my kids. At least that is the plan. John and I have had some bittersweet conversations lately. This is just the time when babies get so stinking cute and fun that they make you kind of want more. But then we have to remind ourselves of the plan, and that one more means we won't retire until we are 85 AND we could end up with 5 (incidence of twins increases if you've had them once). Although it is sad this is the last first smile, last first giggle, last first crawl, last first walk we may get, we are so darn in love with all three kiddos that I think we are completely fulfilled and so incredibly lucky that we would rather just move on and enjoy every beautiful moment of growing up these kids are going to give us.
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