thanksgiving weekend

In a happy coincidence, my family is gathering this weekend and it will mark the first time my five brothers and I have all been together in (*gasp*) twenty-two years (or something like that). Time flying seems to be a prevailing theme recently.

Here's some pics from last year's October vault:










and, from eight years ago:



Just between you and me, sometimes I really, really miss having a baby/toddler in the house. Unless you're Michelle Duggar, that gap between having kids and becoming a grandmother is a bit too long for a baby-obsessed types like me.

There are certain points in parenthood where one feels quite competent, and other times where one feels incompetent. It's a slow motion roller coaster ride through phases of highs and lows and coasting along. Babyhood was definitely one of my best parenting eras. I savoured it. All of it. And (boasting) I can whisper even the most relentless little gaffer into a restful sleep. Perhaps that's why I still get such big baby pangs sometimes: longing for one last run at those sweet days.

Happy Canadian Thanksgiving. Savour the harvest and swing your sickle like you mean it.