Thankfully, we put two and two together yesterday morning and were able to take her to the pediatrician and score some antibiotics prior to commencing our Turkey Day travels. And you fellow working moms will appreciate that I was simultaneously listening to a conference call yesterday morning while waiting on hold to make the appointment with the doctor. Good thing I didn't mix up the phones and start to inform all of our company's HR Managers about Clara's bodily functions.
Now that that's behind us, we can commence packing into close quarters with my family, eating entirely too many carbohydrates, and reflecting on the countless reasons we have to be thankful, namely these two:
But before I go, allow me to leave you with a few unrelated but important-to-share points:
1. Colby and Clara both refer to each other by the same name "Rah-rah" (originally coined by Colby as his name for Clara). I do want them to be able to say Colby's name (and know that they don't both have the same name), but I wouldn't be entirely upset if they both call each other "Rah-rah" forever.
2. I have to make a Thanksgiving confession: I don't like pie. I know that's un-American of me, but I can't help it... I just think it's gross. This partially stems from the fact that I don't like fruit in my dessert, but that's not the only issue, because I don't like pecan pie either.
3. Today is my 7th anniversary at my job! Some days are less enjoyable at others (it is called "work," after all), but generally speaking, I enjoy what I do and just as importantly, I like my co-workers. And for that, I am thankful.