Two Thanksgivings

Happy Belated Thanksgiving to all of our family and friends. This year we were fortunate enough to get to celebrate Thanksgiving twice with our wonderful families.

We spent Thursday evening up in St Maries and enjoyed a wonderful meal prepared by Grammy B. The boys got to have their own sweet potatoes which like every other kind of baby food they gagged on, but mommy and daddy sure enjoyed their food.

We left Wednesday evening after Bryan got off of work. I am just going to admit it. Since the boys have been born, well, even while I was pregnant, I have become the worst back-seat-driver in the world. I have taken the liberty of bossing everyone I am riding with if I think they are driving too fast, following too close, or if I feel they are not paying close enough attention to the road, etc. I keep telling everyone, eventually Bryan is going to leave me on the side of the road. (When he overheard me telling someone this he admitted it has crossed his mind).

All day Thursday it was snowing and then by the time we were ready to head home it was snowing big flakes.

I think Bryan had heard enough because he decided that I could drive home Thursday. I think we topped out at about 45 miles per hour that night and we sure didn't break any records for the amount of time it took to get home and Kaden let us know it.

Kaden decided to cry all the way from Moscow to Lewiston. Both boys are usually really good in the car so this was a little unusual. Bryan tried everything to get him to stop crying aside from taking him out of the car seat.

When we got home and I opened Kaden's door to get him out I got a smell of what he had been crying about. I quickly took him to their room to change his diaper to discover that he was trying to tell us, "Hey you idiots, I'm trying to tell you I got poop running down my leg, not that I lost my binkie!!!" Bedtime quickly turned to bath time for Mr. Kaden.

The next morning it was time to get up and get ready for our trip to Orofino. I had an appointment to get my hair done, FINALLY! It was about time. The last time I had anything done with it was Father's Day weekend in June. I feel like a new woman. My brother and Paige were in Lewiston so the boys and I hitched a ride with them so when Bryan came up Saturday we would only have one vehicle to drive home. My brother did not escape from my orders from the back seat. I could tell he really wanted to say something, but I think he had been forewarned by my mom about my new little problem.

Now my anxiety doesn't come without reason. My fear of wrecking stems from having been in two accidents. One with Bryan on our first Christmas together and one with my dad while I was pregnant with the boys. Nobody was hurt in either accident but both vehicles were totalled, so it was enough to scare me.

We arrived in Orofino safe and happy and I got to enjoy a little pampering while my mom entertained the boys.

Saturday we enjoyed another fabulous Thanksgiving dinner prepared by my mom and the boys tried their sweet potato again and mashed potato with no luck. Everyone enjoyed watching the faces they made though.

Saturday night my parents took the night shift with the boys so Bryan and I could get some sleep. It was the first time I slept over 4-6 hours straight in over 9 months. It was AMAZING! By the time 7am hit I was ready to feed the boys though. They were ready to get up and play so after they ate they played in their walkers. In the meantime all the rich Thanksgiving food I had eaten must have finally hit Braylon because when I went to pull up his jammies to change his diaper I discovered that he had poop from his butt to his neck. Thick, nasty, sticky poop, just like glue.

I attempted to clean him up but this job was too big for baby wipes so I had to put him in the utility sink in the laundry room and give him a bath. He thought it was great and squirmed all around smearing poop all over the side of the sink. I have never seen a more stubborn poop. This stuff was even water repellent. I let the water run over Braylon's back and it didn't even touch the mess. The only way I could get him clean was to scrub over and over with wash clothes. It was unreal. Someone said I should notify NASA because we might be able to make some money off Braylon's Poo Glue.

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Braylon

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