much thanks giving.

I can't believe Henry and I celebrated our second Thanksgiving with our family!  Time has flown by at warp speed.  We had a blast and there was lots of reminiscing about how things were last year - the good and the bad. 

Unfortunately, Henry started coming down with a cold the night before Thanksgiving and he is still not feeling well.  I thought he was a lot better this afternoon but tonight has been an absolute nightmare.  I've been up most of the night with him every night since Wednesday so I was really looking forward to a quiet night tonight.  He's so congested and his poor little adorable nose is so stuffed up that he can't sleep when he is laying down.  He will sleep in his car seat for a little while but it must be pretty damn uncomfortable because it doesn't take long for him to wake up and yell, "Mom mom!  Mom mom!!  MOM MOM!!!" until I come get him.  Then I bring him to bed with me and cuddle with him until it's time to get up in the morning. 

Instead of complaining about the lack of sleep for four and now probably five nights in a row, I am going to focus on the good parts. 

When Henry doesn't feel well, he only wants me to hold him.  Not his gma, not his gpa.  It's mom mom or he's not happy.  There is nothing better than that! 

When he is sleeping on my chest or next to me, I just stare at his beautiful face and am amazed that I had a part in it.  A pretty big part. 

As he falls asleep, he usually needs to be holding one or two of my fingers.  He plays with them and I can tell when he's asleep because he stops playing and just holds on for dear life.  I'm not sure how he has figured out how to have a death grip while fast asleep. 

When he wakes up in the morning next to me, he is really well rested and one of the most cheerful people you will ever meet.  Lots of smiles and giggles and mom mom's. 

He likes to fake cough.  If he hears me cough, he totally mocks me and coughs and then cracks up.  This has come in very handy while he's had this cold.  I can hear his little chest rattle and I can tell he needs to cough but he hasn't quite figured that out yet. All I have to do is cough and next thing I know, he's mocking me and coughing and yay!  The rattle in his chest is gone. 

Even though he doesn't feel well and is coughing and snotty and sometimes has a fever, he is happy.  He plays and laughs and smiles and pretends to feed you a Cheerio but at the last minute takes it back and sticks it in his own mouth and cracks up.

He's more cuddly.  I hate cuddling everyone but him.  I actually wish he was more cuddly.  I really wish it didn't take him being sick to make him more cuddly. 

Henry and I have a lot to be thankful for, even being sick.  I guess.