Where to begin?

I've lost count of the days that I intended to blog, but then got distracted by one of the following -

a) a screaming, teething 5-month-old
b) a two and a half year old that is constantly on the go, and always in need of something, anything, and EVERYTHING
c) an unexpected work-related "emergency" during my lunch hour
d) OSU basketball (it's all about priorities), or
e) all of the above.

So many things to share since my last post, it's hard to know where to begin...

I suppose Thanksgiving break is just as good a place as any...I took a day off work and we started our Amarillo-Pampa-Blackwell route Wednesday afternoon. It's amazing how much packing is required for our Sam! I pulled out my standard suitcase, hoping that I could fit clothes for me, Henry, and Sam inside...wrong. That was my hope...what I actually ended up packing was the original suitcase full of clothes for Henry and Sam, one diaper bag full of all things necessary for a 5 hour car trip, a second over sized tote/diaper bag (thank you Brooke and Micca!) full of books and toys to entertain the boys for 3 days, two bags of diapers, a play yard for Sam to sleep in, and a small overnight bag with my clothes. Needless to say, it took all of Wednesday morning to pack, load, then unpack, organize, and reload the CRV for our trip. But it was all worth it...

We spent Wednesday evening and all day Thursday with Wade's family. Sid's three sisters were all in Amarillo for Thanksgiving, which I understand is a rarity...and Uncle Wade (Wade's namesake) from Arizona was also there.

The Rosson sisters


The three Wades...Uncle Wade, Sidney "Wade", and Samuel Wade


More pictures of the men


Samuel Wade checking out Uncle Wade


They sure are a happy bunch


Other fun memories from the Shaw/Rosson Thanksgiving...
























Thursday night we made the short trip from Amarillo to Pampa. On our way there...surrounded by my three favorite fellas, good music, a sun roof, and thousands of bright stars on a clear night...I was reminded of how blessed I am.

Then, Friday afternoon we were off again. This time headed to Blackwell to see my parents and visit Grandmother Happy, who fell last month and broke her pelvis. Ouch! She is healing well, in physical therapy twice a day, and should be home by Christmas. Another blessing.

Henry, sitting in his rocking chair watching Pinocchio in the kitchen. He's getting so big...bitter sweet.




Sam outdid himself on his first Thanksgiving. He was pooped.




Our happy boy


Henry with his Papa