Anouchka Talks

Unless you live under a rock or are not living in the United States (two things that are not   mutually exclusive...), you know that Thanksgiving is this week.  This is a time that we, as Americans, remember the early days of our country when two very different people groups gathered together to celebrate surviving a long boat trip and some really shitty weather.  Well, there's more to the story, but that's the CliffsNotes version. Shortly after Ribbers joined our family in October 2016, I wrote a little Thanksgiving message that I posted on Facebook.  Two years later, my feelings remain the same.  The circumstances are different (i.e. We no longer use bottles, Jammy isn't preparing for her first year of pre-school, etc.), but the sentiment hasn't changed.  So, here is a somewhat premature " Thanksgiving Throwback Thursday" entry.  I hope it means something to you. **Warbly time travel music to take us back to November 2016** This Thanksgiving, whil

It snowed in my town this morning.  It was a beautiful, slightly dangerous, and incredibly inconvenient sort of snow that peaked during the morning commute, but it was gorgeous from the comfort of my warm, cozy living room.  Once the morning warmed up a bit (and the heaviest of the snow ceased to fall), the kids and I went out for a snowy romp in our backyard.  They were so eager to wear their secondhand snow pants, and break in their brand new boots.  Jammy had been asking me all summer long when she was going to get to build a snowman, so we were ready for this weather.  In the bustle to get everyone all bundled up to go play in the snow, I forgot to grab their little snow shovel and sled to play with, but they didn't need them. They were too busy making snow angels, tasting the snow, and sliding -sans sled- down the little hill behind our home.  Who needs a sled when you have a perfectly good butt?  #trailertrashtoboggan We didn't last long because Ribbers kept taking off