A tribute to a stroller, moms' best friend

I woke up today with a zest for life, so I think it is time to blog.
We had our coziest Thanksgiving ever. Thursday morning we went down town to see what turned out to be a very impressive parade.
We missed our families on this day. In Levi's 5-year-old mind our family of four was too small for such a holiday. and he voiced it. I love Thanksgiving with my family. My Mom makes the best home made rolls and we always play games and laugh a lot!
I love the Thanksgivings we have had with Richard's family. They are full of elegance and great food.

We had a challenge on our hands living up to what Levi has become accustomed to.


Richy cooked our Thanksgiving feast while I took a nap, not sure how I got so lucky. He made a fantastic tofurky. Although our Thanksgiving was quaint it had all the elements of a perfect holiday, cute kids, great food, and memories.

Anyone one who knows me knows I have an odd and even boarder line weird fascination with the kicker position in football. Richard and I decided to try our foot at some field goals. Before setting out for a family activity of field goal kicking, I did some homework on proper techniques and records. Did you know Tom Dempsey was the first to kick a 63 yarder, early in the 1970's? and he was born with only half a foot! Surprisingly the responses to this fact has been apathetic at best. Sadly my field goal attempts were fruitless. Richy's kicks were so good you would think he only had half a foot.

When I stop to think
about all of the things I am thankful for my mind is taken to this picture

Everyday I am amazed that I have these three in my life. Each of them bring me love and fulfillment that is unmatched by anything else in life.I know that sounds sappy, but this Mom gig has turned me into a sap!

I am thankful for how smooth our transition to St. Louis has been. I was so worried about it. We had been away from family before while we lived in Texas and it was horrible for me on many level. I had prepared myself for this move saying I did not get the luxury of being depressed because my little family needed me to be happy. I know my prayers were heard and I can honestly say I am happier than ever. I never would have picked Missouri as a desirable place to live, but now that I am here I feel cheated that I only get 4 years here.

I am thankful for all of the time I had with Richy's family before moving out here. Our close relationship help me not to feel so far away.

Hard and annoying things do come my way, it is not all sun shine and glitter.

On Monday two of my sources of transportation took a literal hit. First I was on my way to drop Levi off at school when I was stopped at a stop sign. I was hit from the back pretty hard. It pushed my dainty little car forward. As my chest hit the steering wheel I started to panic, I heard what i thought was glass crashing onto my sweet little boy.(Naomi was at home with Richard) I jumped out to grab Levi. Luckily the window had not shattered, but rather the change console had strung open sending my parking meter money every where. I ask Levi if he was okay, his smug reply was "That is why you wear a seat belt". The fofo as we call it did sustained some body damage and a broken trunk.

Upon checking Levi into the office at school late, I told them I had been hit. The secretary ask if I had been hit on High School street by a high schooler? I was surprised she knew, she said this was a common occurrence on that street.
While it is impressive the boy wanted to get to school in a hurry, I was less impressive when he told me he has a broken collar bone from another recent accident he had caused.
On Monday it was sunny, but deceptively cold, which is why I drove. On my way home I decided I would bundle up and push Naomi in the stroller to pick Levi up from school. I pulled into my parking spot and noticed my stroller was missing . I looked down the street to see the garbage truck. I quickly ran down one of the only hills in Missouri to see if the garbage man had absconded with my stroller. He in fact had, claiming it was garbage. I use it almost everyday I explained. His defense was unwavering as he continued to tell me it looked like garage, this was also Richard's response to the incidence. While it is true the 9-year-old hand me down stroller from Richard's sister had seen better days in its strolls through over a dozen states, its best days WERE still ahead of it. I loved the stroller, not just because I liked to think of it as a family heirloom, but because it worked and I hate to be wasteful with something that functioned the way it was intended to.
I ask the man to give it back to me as I could see its wheels protruding from the back of the truck. The man lifted a heavy lever to expose the top half of the stroller mangled and destroyed from the lever. I gasp as if I had seen a puppy run in front of a car (I air on the side of dramatic). I won't lie my initial thought was pinterist has to have ideas on how to fix garbage truck induced stroller accidents. I then remembered my pinterest account is inactive, so it was time to say good-bye. I did not mean to turn my post into a tribute to my stroller, but I really did liked that thing.
These pics are from the 2009 March of Dimes in Austin.

RIP rickety old stroller.

I do not want to end on a depressing note, so here are some pictures of Naomi after I straightened her hair.