I am behind on updating my blog, I know. But I do have Thanksgiving, visitors, a sick toddler (who has in turn passed it on to his Mommy and Daddy), and a Black Friday adventure to blame it on, so I only feel a limited amount of guilty.
The Yarbrough family is busy battling a cold virus and being preggers I am fairly certain that there is nothing I can take but lozenges and lots of tea and honey. An older gentleman at my Civitan meeting this week recommended a Hot Toddie (tea, honey, lemon, and bourbon) and I said my doctor would probably agree with all those ingredients but the bourbon, to which he replied "oh the baby will be fine with a little bourbon, it's more important that you get rid of that cold." Gotta love old men. Two days later and no better, I am half tempted to take his advice, I mean age brings wisdom...so he must be right.
Feeling horrible as I arrived home from work tonight, Brian came running to the car to meet me. Which was cute in itself, but then he gives me a huge hug (Brian gives the best hugs ever, though he likes to hug your neck which starts to feel a little like a chokehold) and says "I love you Mommy, you're beautiful." Who needs cold medicine or hot toddies when you have the sweetest 3 year old ever, who repeats each word verbatim as you ask him too, and a wonderful, perceptive husband that knew his influencing his son to say this would make his wife's night. Sigh. Happiness is really very easy to find in life...I may even let Brian feed Brody (our dog) alphabet soup like he's been asking to. Brian is convinced that he just needs the letters in alphabet soup to be able to speak. This is the premise for one of his shows on PBS Kids, and if it can make Martha the dog speak, it must work for Brody. I guess I should indulge his youthful inquiry and let him try. Our baby Hope has started moving around a lot this week and really making her presence known...can life get any better? Only one thing could do it- I would be able to breathe through my nose again.

Here are some pictures to enjoy.....What's up with Santa? Some of my favorite Facebook comments on this picture:
- Santa could use some holiday cheer
- Maybe Santa's upset because the elves pee-pee'd in his Lucky Charms
- All Santa wants for Christmas is Prozac, Prozac, Prozac
Me at 20 weeks. The girls are still bigger than the belly....
Brian and his Brody. I will post a video of Brody post-Alphabet soup
experiment, pending its success....