It's The Most Wonderful Time of the Year

It's almost Thanksgiving, when we have an excuse to sit around and stuff ourselves and gather around with the family and give thanks that they live in another area code.

My mother will be coming down for T2's birthday, then we will go to her house for a few days, to celebrate Thanksgiving there. These are wonderful days, when the two of us jump up and down several times, for at least 5 minutes, oh so happy to see each other. Then, every moment after that until 15 minutes before she leaves, we regress to a couple of petulant 3-year olds, whining about how she was mean to me, how she doesn't clean nice, and how do you like having your head flushed down a toilet? (To my credit, this last part is never actually said out loud.) My husband keeps himself busy looking for escape clauses in the wedding vows, and the kids keep their heads down and the television volume up.

It truly is a magical and wondrous time of the year.