So I had some pictures taken a week ago. First pics in a really long time that didn’t include Little Button.

Though I’d like to say I went with the black and white for nostalgic quality, it was really just because I didn’t have a choice. This particular photographer was a little scarce on available options…

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The other day, Little Button looked at the small crater on my nose that has replaced the mole I’ve had there for my entire life.“That’s a mole.”

“No honey, there’s no mole there anymore. It used to be, but now it’s gone.”

“God took it off.”

“No, the doctor took it off.”

And that would be the part of me that’s stubborn enough to deny, to my 2-year-old, that God deserves any credit for the removal of the mole.

Mostly because I’m pretty sure that if God had volunteered to “take it off” for me, it would have been a heck of a lot cheaper and the insurance company wouldn’t be hassling me with letters about “preexisting conditions.”

I usually neglect the mention of holidays on this blog. I don’t know why. It seems that every time one comes up I’m so engrossed in my plans that I just forget the “traditional holiday post” until after the holiday has passed…and then it doesn’t seem to make any sense to post about it.

This year I’m breaking my own tradition and wishing you a Happy Thanksgiving before the holiday.

Tomorrow we’re boarding a flight for Seattle, which I am both looking forward to and incredibly apprehensive about. See, Little Button doesn’t sleep on planes. The last flight she took was an overnight flight and she didn’t sleep the entire time. I didn’t even know that was possible for a (just barely) 2-year-old.

This flight is during the day (thank goodness) but it falls right in the middle of her nap time. Which means that she’s just not going to nap tomorrow.

Which will either a) be great in helping her adjust to the time change because we can put her to bed 2 hours early… or b) she will dissolve into the screaming tantrum throwing toddler of doom and we will all be killed by the blazes of fire shooting out of her eyes.

Probably that second one.

So I hope you all have a wonderful holiday with your families. I hope you eat entirely too much and fall asleep after dinner. I hope you laugh and share and create memories that you treasure.

And if you hear a banshee scream, followed by an explosion, that’s just our little corner of Seattle blowing up from The Toddler Meltdown of 2007.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Edited to add: I just realized that even solution “a” above isn’t a reality, because it’s 2 hours earlier in Seattle, so we really need to put her to bed 2 hours LATER in order to avoid her waking up at 5am. Yep…we’re doomed.

“I wanna show Mama! I wanna show Mama!”

“Show Mama what?”

“My cough.”

“You want to show me your cough? Where is your cough?”

(Sticks finger in her mouth) “In here.”

“What does your cough sound like?”

“A monster.”

“Your cough sounds like a monster?”

“Yeah. The monster is a BIG GUY.”

Apparently the Big Cough Monster is green and lives in our backyard and hides in the trees and likes to eat nuggets for lunch.

Who knew?

Feeling rather blasé today.  There are so many things I should be doing right now, not the least of which being WORK.  But I just sort of want to sit here and stare at the wall instead.