I am thankful to be a mom. The job isn't easy, but each day is amazing. I love when I can hear my two boys "talking" and laughing with each other - as they're playing together on the floor, in their high chairs, through the rails of their cribs. It's becoming more and more frequent lately, this "twin talk." And they really like to chat and giggle when the adults are in the next room, so you have to be a little bit sneaky to catch them in the act.
I am thankful for Emmanuel. All 20 lbs of smiling boy. For two bottom teeth, one taller than the other. For his observant eyes, taking in everything around him. For the deep tone of his laughter. For every ounce of snuggle that he desires. Don't you love the drool?
I am thankful for Russell. He's our bigger boy, our silly boy. For his twinkling eyes. For his two bottom teeth. For the forever-babbling da da da, ya ya ya, da da da. For his curiosity - soon he will be crawling to explore his surroundings! He, too, lives in bibs right now.
I am thankful for happy babies. The boys love to sit up and play now. They can pick up toys in both hands and pass things from one hand to the other. They always seem to want whatever toy their brother has (of course)! They can swivel on their bellies and they roll like champs. They really enjoy the jumparoo and the exersaucer, especially when we put them side by side.
I am thankful for the many people - family, friends, strangers - who lifted our family in prayer this year. Here is the answer to all our prayers...
Thanks be to God, for making me a mother and for a year filled with blessings.
P.S. Mannie and Russ say, "No, thank you," to mashed potatoes. They were greatly disappointed by their one new Thanksgiving food. Poor Mannie even gagged and threw them up.
