
This year we spent Thanksgiving at home and our friend Frank came over to have some yummy dinner with us. This year I am thankful for so many things. For Patrick's work, our friends, for being able to stay home with the kids, for our home, our children, my husband, and our health. It all sounds cliche, but knowing others who do not have these things makes each one precious and reminds me not to take any one of them for granted.

Patrick slipped down the stairs and probably broke his toe - that makes 4 of the 5 of us who have taken that trip. Hopefully we will move before Carina joins in that statistic. Poor guy, though. He didn't want to go to the hospital or Urgent Care on Thanksgiving, so we taped a bag of corn to his foot and watched it turn purple. (Don't worry, he went the next day.) Fun times. Fun times. Frank is a very!! generous friend and actually bought us MarioKart for the Wii and two steering wheels, which kept the kids entertained immensely. (Secretly I have wanted this game for years and did a mini woo-hoo! of my own.)













