Dear James and Jackson: Happy Thanksgivukkah!


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Dear James and Jackson:

It’s the eve of Thanksgiving and the first night of Hanukkah.  James you are drinking a bottle in the living room, and Jackson, you are playing on your new piano mat.  Both of you have been fighting naps lately, longing to begin exploring the world around you.

At two months old, you both weighed in at over ten pounds.  James, you did pee on your brother’s head at the check-up.  Probably something you’ll want to mention at his bar mitzvah, or perhaps his wedding.

I cannot believe how much you’ve grown.  Both of you are turning into babies with defining personalities right before my eyes.  Every day it is something new and I am mesmerized by every step of your growth.

On this eve of Thanksgiving — what is (this year) the first night of Hanukkah — I want you both to know how grateful I am for you.  I know I have said it a million times already, but I don’t think I can say it enough.  It was Thanksgiving Day of 2012 when I began my journey to you, and now that you are here I can hardly remember life without you.  Honestly, I don’t want to — except for maybe the part where I got to sleep.

Last night all four of us sat in our king size bed and watched Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer.  You, of course, could not really see it, but I found myself imagining our watching it together every year.  Rudolph, Frosty, The Grinch, Charlie Brown Christmas — they were always highlights of every holiday season.  I hope they are for you, too.

Yes, you’re Jewish, but you are also American.  Somehow Frosty, Rudolph, The Grinch and Charlie Brown all seem as American as apple pie and baseball to me.  In many ways, so does Christmas.

The holiday season is a beautiful time of year and I look forward to kicking off our series of firsts to close out 2013.  Today you got your My First Christmas pajamas from your Aunt Annie.  She will be here this year on Christmas!

Tomorrow you will wear your Gobble, Gobble, Gobble onesies with your My First Thanksgiving bibs (a gift from your Nanny Sandy) to your Granny and Grandpa Wilcox’s house.  At some point, before the eight days come to an end you will also wear your My First Hanukkah onesies.

You actually did have a present to open on your first night of Hanukkah.  It was from your Hilda.  Hilda is a very special lady to both of you.  She comes to help your Mama and Daddy about ten hours a week, and you are as crazy about her as she is about you.  She got you long-sleeved onesies and some really cute socks.

There are obviously many firsts this year, and trust me, you have an outfit (and possibly a blanket) for every occasion.

Next week KK comes back!  Oh, how she misses you, but I have been sending her pictures almost daily.

It’s a short note tonight, but I wanted to get one in before I start making your Great-Grandma Ethel’s Pumpkin Pie for dinner tomorrow.  Perhaps you’ll get a taste or two of it as well in one of your Thanksgiving feedings.

I’m going to try to start writing more regularly on the blog because I really don’t want to forget all of the little things. Like tonight when James was falling asleep in my arms he laughed out loud.  Yesterday, Jackson grabbed my baby rattle (yes, my 44-year old silver baby rattle) and started rattling it all over the place with a firm grip.

I don’t want to forget those things.

Nor do I want to forget things like how I managed to keep myself energized with the help of the Nutri Bullet kale smoothies and an occasional glass of wine.  Oh, and coffee.  I can’t forget that.

I just started reading board books to you regularly and the one we have been reading every night is You Are My I Love You.  The first time I read it, it made me cry.

Oh, and you so are.

To the moon.  You are my I love you. To. The. Moon.

Past the moon, actually.  Infinity.



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James, don’t hit your brother. Love, Mama.

One Comment

  1. Gina Galante says:

    Thank you Terri for keeping us up to date on the boys. They are just amazing “little men”. Have a great day celebrating.

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