welcome to my internet home. this blog used to be cool, with insights about mental health, social policy, pop culture and the like. now, it's a chaotic collection of my mis-spelled, scribbled-down notes on motherhood (who has time to proof read?). it's over-ran with goldfish cracker crumbles, slobery wet kisses, and un-edited pictures. and i would have it no other way. feel free to laugh and cry along side me while I balance a practice (mental heath) and motherhood, and their interconectedness

Saturday, January 22, 2011

Thanksgiving 2010

We stuffed our faces at my mom's house this year. My mom always makes a divine Thanksgiving fit for kings and queens. Lyla actually got to enjoy Thanksgiving this year. Mostly she mowed down on mom's homemade rolls and whipping cream. She must have licked 4 beaters and even more spoon fulls. I didn't get one speck of turkey down her stubborn little throat. oh well. Todd got all iron chef on us and decided to take a crack at deep frying a turkey. He did his homework I tell you; even injecting the turkey with Cajun spices. I was impressed. I was a little hesitant to eat it as the exact done-ness couldn't be determined, but what I did try was very good. Juicy Good. I love that Todd is willing to try new things and always does them big. An added bonus was that my mom's house didn't get burned down.


When it came time to share what we were thankful for, my response came pretty easily.

My babies 1. 2 and 3.














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