I am thankful that any Thanksgiving weight I happen to pack on today can be easily rationalized as baby weight when I stand on the scale Friday morning.
I am thankful for the children's sing along CD we play in the car. Listening to "The Wheels on the Bus Go 'Round and 'Round" four thousand times is preferable to the nonstop whine we'd have otherwise.
I am thankful for my friends in the computer, without whom I would not have a nap schedule or dinner ideas or my sanity.
I am thankful for Elmo and his magical, mesmerizing, toddler-transfixing powers.
I am thankful for the expensive department store swaddling blanket, which is ninety-seven times bigger than the blankets that come in three-packs at the baby big box store, because my daughter can't squirm her way out and needlessly wake me up at four in the morning.
I am thankful for the ability to shop online, because there's no way two kids are going to let me spend more than five minutes in a real store.
I am thankful that even though my son's favorite fruit snacks are made of sugar, sugar, and more sugar, they are also a good source of Vitamin C.
I am thankful for the person who invented slings, which means I can type this with two hands.
I am thankful I had the foresight to opt for the bigger washing machine when we were buying appliances for our new house. I had no idea how much laundry I'd be doing in a few short years.
I am thankful Molly is in the 90th percentile for height and weight, even though I am almost positive she barfs up as much milk as she takes in. Seriously, I am not kidding about my washing machine.
I am thankful for all the old ladies who beam at my kids and whisper, "Enjoy them, it goes so fast!" Because they are right, and I need the reminder.
I am thankful for my moms group, because they're fun and real and feed my kid his mac and cheese when I'm fumbling with my nursing bra trying to feed my other kid.
I am thankful that my second pregnancy was as uneventful, if not as easy and comfortable, as my first. And also that it's finally over and I can sleep on my stomach again.
Speaking of things I can do now that I'm no longer pregnant, I am very thankful for wine.
I am thankful for TiVo and the ability to make Curious George appear when both my toddler and my will to live are melting down.
I am thankful for my parents, who love – no really, LOVE – bathing and dressing and feeding my kids, and are always asking me when Jack is going to stay overnight. (Um, tomorrow?)
I am thankful for my in-laws, who make the drive to my house every week, bearing food or new outfits or food or toys or food, and who pounce on any opportunity to babysit, even at the last minute.
I am thankful for my husband, who is a better dad than I even imagined. And I imagined he'd be awesome.
I am especially thankful for my two favorite little people. Life's a lot more fun with them around, even if I do have a sink full of bottles, a living room smothered in toys, and spit up in my hair.
Happy Thanksgiving everyone!