Hmmm... does anyone remember Thanksgiving?

Yeah, that holiday when we are supposed to give thanks for everything that we have been given? It's in November? Big pro-football day? There's a HUGE parade in New York every single year, since we can remember?

Yes, that holiday!

I can't beleive how quickly time is flying by. Halloween was a few weeks ago and just this past weekend, although it was 74 degrees, there we were waiting to see the big guy himself, Santa. And we weren't the only ones. But, yesterday, while I was picking up a few holiday giftcards, I stopped and remembered that Thanksgiving is next week. I had it buried in the back of my mind and when it surfaced, I exhaled. Why am I in such a rush?

I know why, because once these little kiddies get out for "holiday" break, heaven forbid we call it "Christmas", we, mommies, don't have a chance in hell of getting anything done without toting little sweeites with us. So Santa must complete his list ASAP!

As for Thanksgiving, I do really adore this holiday. My grandma lives here now and after a long hiatus of Grandma-less Thanksgivings, my brother, sister and I have practically reverted to toddlers when it comes to holidays around her. We all put in our requests of what we want her to make us, not my mom. Mom isn't real happy with our "revert", but she's going to have to get over it. My grandma is so wonderful!

So this Thanksgiving I am thankful for:

The Warden (my cutie hubby).
The Munchkin (my little monster)
The Little Munchkin ( my little little monster)
My Familia
and most of all my Grandma, she is a ROCKSTAR!

And our next little munchkin is......

A BOY! Yep, it's another boy! And we are really excited. Kinda stuck in the name department, but we've got time to decide. Everything looks good, healthy, and VERY active. The due date stayed the same, so my C-Section will hopefully be scheduled around the same time mentioned in the beginning. March 20ish. Stay tuned...

Houston, we may have an a**hole!

Yesterday's weather was so beautiful. I can not stand being outside, but there is something about fall that makes me want to stay out as long as I can. So after the munchkin's tennis lesson, we headed to the park. As soon as we got there little man was all over the place, sliding, climbing, and apparently scoping the place for girls. It didn't take him long to zone in on Bailey, an older woman, she is four and very naive to his charm. They were taking turns spinning each other on this "spinning thing", he would stand up on it, Bailey would spin him, then she would stand and he would spin her, then she decided that she would spin him until she got herself dizzy. He got off the "spinner" and she climbed on and he told her "I'm dizzy, you turn yourself" and walked away like she was old news. It was such a little a**hole move. Poor little Bailey.

I wish I could tell you that his attitude changed later on, but when we got home from the park the phone rang and it was mother, who has the knack for calling when I am trying to cook dinner, you know the most convenient time for her, anyway, I told little guy to pick up the phone and chat with Grandma, and he did. The conversation started with a "Hello", followed by "I don't want to talk, so I am going to hang up". And that he did. It was actually funny because it was my mom who lately has been on my naughty list for being a tad annoying.

But, with these two little situations that occurred today, I am getting worried that our little goofball is becoming an a**hole! What am I supposed to do? Let him grow out of it? What if it's permanent? The warden is totally going to blame this one on me, he's really nice, and me, well, let's just say I can be a little rough around the edges, according to the warden. I can already see us getting a call from the cotillion instructors, that munchkin doesn't have a knack for being a good ol' southern gentleman. We are so screwed!