Thanksgiving in Omaha with the Millers gave us lots to be thankful for. For delicious food, especially Libby’s stuffing and Ted’s mashed potatoes. For kids that used to be babies together and now play beautifully all weekend (with a few screaming/hitting incidents…they are 2-4 year olds after all.) For having these friends from med school close enough that we have seen them twice already since moving here. For nights spent with board games and craft projects long after we should have gone to sleep, but we were just having too much fun. For beautiful sunshine and no snow yet. For leftovers.
If you decide last minute before embarking on a road trip to make a pecan pie,
make sure to read exactly how long it needs to cook
and pay attention when the recipe says it shouldn’t be jiggly
and don’t grab it by its flimsy aluminum sides in a rush to toss it in the car (also maybe don’t make it in a flimsy aluminum pan)
and if you ignore all this good advice, try not to curse as the molten hot corn syrup comes gooshing out the sides all over your hand and the floor which will probably soon be covered in ants
That is all.
On a whim, I stopped at a playground on the way home from the gym. The park was deserted-it was still 51 degrees out, but a pretty gloomy day-and Everett had fallen asleep. So I parked right next to the playground so Everett could stay cozy inside and hopped out with Julian. Usually at a playground, I will hang out on a bench while he plays, but there were no other kids there so I started chasing him around. And the excitement on his face made me feel like an idiot for not always doing it.
In just a couple months our boy will be THREE! So here are a couple things I want to remember about two-year-old Julian.
He talks pretty much constantly whenever he is awake.
His still naps most days, praise heavens.
Our blue plastic spoon is all chewed up and is always either in the dishwasher or his hand because no other utensil is acceptable.
Went through a little phase where he would flop to the floor immediately if anybody told him not to do something.
He says “I’m your friend, mama?” out of the blue.
He has a deep obsession with Cars, The Lovebug, and probably any other movie featuring sentient cars.
He has the funniest memory for things. A couple weeks ago, the little boy I babysit bit Julian and now every time we talk about him, Julian says “Gabriel bite my hand.” Or every time we FaceTime with my mom, he goes and gets the truck she sent him to show her.
He calls puddles “puds,” pieces of bark “mikeys” smoothies “foo-foo,” and his blanket “mokie.”
We asked him what we should name our dog someday, and he said “skeeter-dodo.” I actually really like Skeeter for a dog.
Loooooves going to nursery.
When he is being especially defiant, he says “No way Jose” very seriously like it’s the only thing strong enough to express his opinion.
Sometimes I will be going about my business and realize the house is extra quiet and Julian will just be patiently hiding behind the stroller or underneath the table.
Has to say all of the prayers. Almost always pretends like he doesn’t want to say it until we have started and then interrupts us tearfully to say that he wanted to say it, how could we say it without him.
He calls marshmallows mushrooms which cracks me up when he asks me over and over for mushrooms.
If he doesn’t like something he’s eating, he will let it fall out of his mouth on to the floor and refuse to pick it up. (not my favorite little quirk.)
In short, he is supremely frustrating and supremely endearing and just the funniest little guy I know.
It’s Thanksgiving Week! Getting excited to drive to Omaha and stuff our faces with the Milers. Ted is having a Thanksgiving lunch at the VA tomorrow and he signed up to bring rolls and I decided it would be a good idea to make all our rolls for Thanksgiving in one go and so I tripled the recipe and now we have butter horns coming out of our ears. Like way too many rolls. I just used almost 14 cups of flour. But the good news is that our house smells like heaven.
Today at yoga class, the teacher was playing Enya and afterwards one of the other people in class asked the teacher “what that beautiful music was” and then walked around asking everyone if they had ever heard of Enya before and raving about it. 90’s New Age superstar Enya. Who hasn’t heard of her?
What else, what else? I lost two toenails today from our half marathon back in October. Julian figured out how to do the zipline at the playground and is all about it. We went to our new ward yesterday and so far it seems really great. Only nine days until we move!
I didn’t write yesterday, but I think I have a pretty good excuse. Ted and I went on our first honest-to-goodness date since Everett was born. Babysitter and everything! We got sandwiches at Which Which and went to see Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them. I loved it and really loved some alone time with Ted. That is until the bowtruckle reminded me of Everett (???) and I started missing him. Pathetic I know.
Thinking about what to cook for Thanksgiving is one of my favorite things. This quiz is kind of fun and I definitely want to make a couple things from it this year.