I mostly post pictures of my kids and family -- things that I want to document, that I don't want to forget. And I have thought for a while now that it would be more easier to recall if o posted those things to a blog -- even if they were little Facebook sized posts. Truth is, I like the likes. I'm *that* girl. But I'm going to try to break away from social media (is this blog considered social media?) and tell our story here so that maybe I can print it out -- in the distant future when I have time to do anything that is not on my iPhone while I'm nursing the baby.
I let CC sleep with me last night and Graham always ends up in the bed with me (I'm a lazy breast-feeding mama), so I woke up to her talking to him. 
She sang to him too. It went some thing like this: "you have strong arms" (as she holds his hand and waves it around) "you could punch somebody in the face."
She sang to him too. It went some thing like this: "you have strong arms" (as she holds his hand and waves it around) "you could punch somebody in the face."Not much later, Henry started calling from his bed. As I was feeding the baby,y big, sweet, helpful 7 yr old went to him. I could hear her through the monitor making voices for his stuffed animals, "I'm Teddy P and I want to go see mama. I'm Brett Keisel. Yeah, I want to see mom."
So my morning before Thanksgiving looked like this:
Brian, by the way, had been at work for 48hrs. We were all glad to see him when he got home.
