30 Days of Thanks: Day Twelve

Today I am thankful for the memories of my grandfather.

He passed away in 2005 and there’s not a day that goes by that I do not think of him. He decorated for every holiday (even Valentines Day!), so when I put up the Halloween decorations, and especially the Christmas decorations I think of him. When I cook Thanksgiving dinner for my family, I think of him. When I teach Mila colors, I think of how he taught me “lellow” and “urple” and how my grandmother would throw a fit that he taught me the wrong words, (and we would just giggle┬áat her). When I eat Lucky Charms, I think of how he let me eat all the marshmallows and he ate all the cereal. When I have my morning coffee, I think of how I would sit on his lap (or next to him at the table when I got way too big for his poor aching lap) and read the comics with him. When I see Ziggy or Snoopy, I think of him. When I think of the beach and fishing, I think of him. When I see a beautiful sea of colors from blooming flowers in the spring, I think of him.

He was my father before I had a father. He was my best friend. I was his Ande and he was my Poppy.

Mila’s First Christmas [2011]

I am so, so horrible when it comes to blogging sometimes. I’m so far behind and here I have a Christmas blog when Mila’s second Christmas is about to roll around in more than two months.* So, I guess I’ll just start here…

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At some point in December, Kim and I took the girls to see Santa. They did really well laughing at their crazy mothers jumping up and down like fools. Then we walked around the mall for some exercise and that’s all I can remember.

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December 24, 2011

Mila was just beginning to sit on her own and working hard to pull herself up.

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Mila’s first Christmas was fairly uneventful. At 5-and-a-half-months-old, I didn’t expect too much from her anyway. She loved the gift wrap – ripping it and crunching it – so we put her in a pile of paper and let her go crazy.

December 25, 2011
5 months, 11 days

Everything went into her mouth, including toys and paper and a piggy bank.

On Christmas day we broke out my grandparent’s china and invited the family over for dinner. I cooked, probably too much, and failed at my grandmother’s cole slaw. Good thing Mila didn’t have any.

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*Written October 16, 2012.