My 2009 Goals
Help a Stranger
Praise a Child
Light a Candle
Share my Love
Sing for Joy
Lend a Hand
Pray for Peace
Understand
May Love fill your heart in 2009


Take 5, The happy jump. It only goes down hill from here.
Take 40, Harrsion - don't play with the pretty lights, just stare at the hay. Jackson is now giving the glazed over smile.
Take 78 - "Get this scarf off of me!"
Take 78, Jackson - "I dont care if they match, I must wear my orange shoes," qoute was stated before we left the house.
Take 92 -"You can't place these on my head and not expect me to touch them."
Take 132, The puppy is not helping.
take 178, Mom and the barn scene don't help much either.
take 222, "We are done! Can we leave now?"
Here is sweet little Harrison as our little Thanksgiving Indian. He loves this this little outfit and will show it off to everyone. This is a great age because you can tell him things, like "Go show Papa & Gaga your outfit" and he knows exactly what you are saying but doesn't really have any words to respond. I am really grateful that we have him and our stolen moments alone. He is starting to cry when we put him to bed. A new issue. It is so painful when he screams out "MAMA & DADA," tonight, when I caved after 8 minutes and went in to pick him up, he said, "tanku" (thank you) - what a heart breaker.
On the way to my parents Jackson insisted we stop to see Grampy to wish him a happy thanksgiving. It is so wonderful and innocent. As soon as we enter the cemetery he starts saying, "Hi Grampy, we're here." He wanted to leave him the note he made when Grampy first went into the hospital. He insisted on leaving it tonight. Then as we leave he says, "Bye Grampy, see you soon." It is strange how you can be happy and sad all at the same time. 





Okay, so I'm going to put this out in the universe.I have been hesitant to mention it, as I don't want to jinx anything. I am doing the 1/2 marathon this weekend. I will finish, I will have fun, and I will survive. Maybe I'll even do the above dance when I am done. Positive thoughts, positive thoughts, positive thoughts...





But it is also how I feel lately. I've got these re-occurring ailments that make me feel 90 years old (I just have to ask my grandma). Oh, and work has been super, super hard. I'm good at what I do, but that doesn't make it any less hard.
So, in honor of Harrison and I, give yourself a good cry...that is, until someone is nice enough to"pick you up."

