Last Thanksgiving was quite possibly the most chaotic I have experienced as an adult. Making a full Thanksgiving feast for 7 people ordinarily would be mildly stressful, but added to that was C's being in early labor and working hard to get it further along before we went to the hospital.

This year, by comparison, was a breeze. On Wednesday C and Sam and I did a pre-Thanksgiving dinner since C was going back to work on Thanksgiving day (don't feel too badly for her, the holiday pay rate makes up for quite a bit of the inconvenience of having to work on a holiday). I put together the food while C kept Sam entertained.

Thursday Sam and I went to our neighbor down the street's Thanksgiving extravaganza. Holy Turkey - I have never personally seen so many people at a Thanksgiving in my life. I'm guessing there were upwards of 30 people there at any given point.

( Here's more about the giant Thanksgiving )

I don't think last year I thought about what Sam would be like this year. There he was at the party though - walking, jabbering, grabbing, exploring - a far cry (so to speak) from his little blob-like self a year ago. As lucky as I considered myself last year to have this wonderful being in my life, now that he's becoming more and more like a little person, I am even more wowed by the experience of being a mom.