Yay, it's not last Thanksgiving!!!

I have plenty to be thankful for this year. Life is so good. I have a wonderful husband, precious boys and friends that are the best in the whole world. Can it get any better? I have to say though, I am VERY thankful that this not last year.

Last week my husband was reminiscing about last Thanksgiving, talking about all of the good memories. My eyes nearly popped out of my head. Perhaps he wasn't remembering the same year. Let me share. It started off with an emergency room visit to Scottish Rite Hospital at three AM on Thanksgiving morning. I was convinced that Grant had pneumonia because he had a low grade fever and extremely congested cough. Since no Dr. office would be open, and because we were going to be headed out of town, I thought, "why not get a head start and get him to a Dr. now." Good thing we did. He was have a major asthma attack. They nearly admitted him, but sent us home at around lunch time with a heavely medicated child and strict instructions on his care. Needless to say, our trip was cancelled. We stopped at Kroger on the way home and picked up deli mac and cheese, mashed potatoes, and frozen chicken tenders.

But it didn't stop there. I wish it had. On Friday, Grant started throwing up (he picked up and stomach bug from the hospital). On Saturday, a man pulled out of Kroger and totalled our Accord with all of us in it, of course. Man, we missed the gas mileage on that car this year. Then Sunday, Jaxon had the stomach virus. Got to love a toddler throwing up everywhere...

So, when my husband started going on about the good memories from last Thanksgiving, I was more than a little argumentative. I think he must be crazy, or at least his brain is kicking in a coping method. But he went on to explain about hanging out together, eating together, putting up the Christmas decorations together. OK, so maybe he's a little right.

So this year I'm thankful for healthy children and two working cars (at least they are right now). I am about to get up and cook some green beans and ice a cake. Christopher is goign to bake the mac and cheese. Then, we're headed off to South Carolina to spend time with family. Life is good.

My name is Kristina...

OK. So here's the deal. I think I'm an addict. I've always known that I could become especially attached to things, but have never qualified my self as an addict in any way. This is why -- something only qualifies as an addiction when it interferes with the relationships you have around you. I can safely say that I have never been addicted to anything, only reallly, really attached --- that is until now. My name is Kristina and I am a Twilightaholic. I blame it all on Susannah really, and I was not the first victim. Troye took her first hit a few weeks before me. I saw her focused on nothing else, and I should have known better, but I fell to the pressure from my peers. Maybe I should have just followed Nancy Reagan's advice and just said "No," but I didn't and now I have nothing to show for it but a messy house, undone laundry, and neglected children. So now I get to my point. My attachment is now qualified as an addiction because my precious baby staged an intervention. He walked up to me as I was deeply engrossed into the final pages of Breaking Dawn, looked at me, slammed my book shut, and shouted "No, No, No" Any person simply "attached" at that point would have put the book down and loved on their child. But not so with the addict. The addict in this case, continued to read and loved every minute. Alas, now I am cold turkey. I have read all the books in the series and I suppose I could read them over again, but it's just not the same... There is however, the movie!!! It's going to be a fun night at the theater!!!

Christmas through the eyes of a two year old

One of my favorite parts about being a momma is watching little ones discover Christmas. This will be Jaxon's third Christmas. It is so great observing this little man figure the world out and this season will be no exception. It really doesn't take much exposure to all of the red, snow, lights and music for them to figure out that something special is going on. Jaxon really cracked me up this week. Maybe he doesn't have it all figured out as much as I thought he did. We were in Cracker Barrell waiting to be seated so we were doing the obligitory, "let's look at as many of these things -that we are never going to buy - as possible to keep entertained and not break in the process" thing when Jaxon spied a shelf stocked full of THE MAN. -- the jolly old elf himself -- reproduced in miniature about 17 times. Jaxon's eyes widened and he begin to point excitedly. I thought to myself, "look at this. he knows who Santa is! What a wonderful thing!" He then proceeds to shout, "oooh, God! God! God!" OK, so maybe his theology is off a little. At least he's figured out something - God and Santa are both big deals, and aparently both have large, white beards.

So here I go

Alas, I have succumbed to the pressure, and am going to give it a go. -- Blogging --. Here's my main issue and push-back of late. I have no camera, that works anyway. We had a great one, but I dropped it in the sand at the beach. Turns out that's a perfectly good way to ruin an otherwise perfectly good camera. I did make an attempt to fix the camera, and it worked for a little while, but it has finally "given up the ghost." Then my parents gave me their first dinasaur - I mean digital camera. It runs through batteries faster than I run through Troye's pumpkin muffins. I swear I have to put in new or recharged batteries every time I turn the thing on. I finally gave up. All this to say, for now anyway, I'll be blogging with borrowed pictures. I can do it right?.... Nobody may ever read it, but hey, I get points for effort, right?