![\"\"](\"http:\/\/torturedpotato.com\/cheeseblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/10\/eli_swim.jpg\" "\\"Fresco")
<\/a><\/p>\n(who would want to avoid that squishy adorable baby? HMMMMM?)<\/p>\n
I am thankful for you kids. Even when I feel like a shell of a person, you have the ability to huddle up in the shell with me and help me feel less hollow. <\/p>\n
(Fresco — self portrait with flash)<\/p>\n And you might not know it, but you are thankful for each other. Trust me. <\/p>\n (Conversation that followed this picture: Fresco, today you were delighted to learn that it’s Thanksgiving. HAPPY THANKSGIVING! you hollered. I have always considered Thanksgiving a nicely positioned long weekend and also a good excuse to make stuffing, whether or not there is turkey, but your good humour, like your many viruses, is infectious. <\/p>\n Trombone, at school this week you made a cornucopia. I said, a what? You said, a horn of plenty, mom. You coloured the vegetables and glued them to the horn and were absolutely delighted with yourself. I am absolutely delighted with you.<\/p>\n You are both so smart and weird and funny and sweet and healthy and happy and I love you. And I would never leave you by the side of the road for someone to pick up. Never.<\/p>\n (your father took this picture. I was cleaning the house or something something womanly arts.)<\/p>\n Happy Thanksgiving, Canada!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Dear Children, Even when you get up too early and sing all the time I can see, intellectually, that it’s a good thing. Much as I might want to sleep longer and have the world be quiet, I can’t help … Continue reading <\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n
\nFresco: Trombone, if I’m asleep tonight and I get too uncomfortable, I’m going to come sleep with you!
\nTrombone: Uh, no you’re not.
\nFresco: Yes I am! You have a comfortable bed!
\nTrombone: So do you. Don’t come in my bed when I’m sleeping. Just don’t.) <\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n