Field Trip!

We braved the post-tday crowds and Jake's car sickness to go to the California Academy of Arts and Science in Golden Gate Park, one of my very favorite places (and to be embarrassingly honest I don't really like museums. Or theater, musicals (except "Wicked"!), and I guess most things cultural, if I'm being completely honest.) But I love this place full of fish and penguins and a rainforest and an albino crocodile and all housed in the most beautifully designed spaces imaginable. Jake melted old mom's heart but loving it just as much, if not more, than I do. Maybe mother son outings to Nordstrom are next?

Happy Thanksgiving

Extra happiness this Thanksgiving - we got to celebrate it with Dave's grandmother who just bounced back from heart surgery like it was nothing, and my Will, who wowed his doctor and nurses with how fast he kicked rsv's ass. Those Murphy genes are something else!

My turkeys came to cheer me on at the turkey trot (the largest turkey trot in the country!), then we headed over to GGs where we enjoyed the beautiful weather playing outside... And we ended the day with Jake falling into the pond. Ah well, we'll laugh about it someday.

Early thanksgiving

My sweet, big, happy bug celebrated turning 22 months with a slight fever that got him kicked out of daycare. I thought nothing of it because Will is the king of random, low-grade fevers that go as quickly as they come. So I took the day off, played with him like everything was fine, and put him in for a nap when soon after I heard him gasping for breath, and found him sitting up in his crib holding his chest with a complete look of panic on his face. I hysterically called the doctor, hysterically rushed him into the office, got even more hysterical when I saw them waiting for me and that his pediatrician looked a little hysterical (will NEVER complain about 45 minute wait AGAIN), and just sobbed while I held him while they gave him a breathing treatment. And I've just been a big ball of waterworks since then, including right at my desk this morning when someone asked how he was doing. But I'm giving thanks a little early that my little guy will get through this bout of RSV, without a stay in the hospital, and before I know it he'll be back to his normal little self yelling 'No!' and 'Elmo!' and throwing hard things at me and begging for candy and cookies and 'helping' with the laundry by throwing clean clothes in the hamper while yelling "yay! help!". Next week I can truly give thanks for two healthy kids. And to be honest, as exhausting as it is holding my big ball of love at night so he can sleep, it's secretly been kind of nice.