My Normy started Pre-K. I take him to school five days a week for three hours a day. It has been strange and wonderful. But, of course as a mother, bittersweet in that it is time for such things. Where did that sweet little baby go? He loves his back pack. He would wear it all the time if he could. But, being the creature of habit that he is, he loves getting it right before we leave and wearing it to the car. He loves hanging it on his special hook when he gets to class, and hanging it in our coat closet when we get home. I would tell you he love school, but I'm not 100% sure. He is happy to go and smiles when he comes home... so I think he does. However, when I ask him if he has had fun in school he answers, "School!" When I ask him what he's had for snack he says, "SNACK!" If I ask him if he's met any nice kids he says, "Kids!" If I ask him if he likes his teachers he says... well, you get the idea. Such is life with a three year old with a 250 word vocabulary... all of which are nouns. 
Georgia has missed him desperately. When I tell them it's time to take Normy to school she wanders around the house saying, "No school! No school!"
We have had visitors solid for the last nine days. The first wave was my husbands family. It was an absolute treat. Here is everyone, first thing in the morning, checking out an old buck with a serious rack who was taking a drink from our pond. I wish I had taken a video of the family moving from room to room trying to get a good view of him. 
Uncle Lucas gave Normy a drum lesson. My son was in heaven.
And of course this month we've played and been silly.
Daddy's been home, so life is good.
Yesterday the mail brought my family and I a little bit of magic. My always living, always laughing, always loving, often knitting aunt sent us a "Reading Rug". In her words, something for my children to "wrap around, lay down under, sit upon, build a tent out of- well you get the idea." And my kids needed no prompting or instruction. I placed it over our chair in the play room and within moments they seized upon it. Maybe it was the beautiful blue and green strands of soft color woven together with love that attracted them... but within moments the blanket was a dolly's bed, then a cape, then a place to snuggle. We are all feeling thankful.
I mentioned that Smoochy's family was the first wave. Well the second wave, my sister and her family are here now. The third wave is my parents who fly in Tuesday to join us... so I will be busy, and thankful for the remainder of the month. Where does that put me? Probably not on the computer much. I have pies and potica to bake. Memories to make and pictures to take. I will be soaking up every minute of this holiday with true thankfulness. Hopefully, you get to do the same. Happy Thanksgiving! 
My niece. Don't you just want to eat her face?
