Turkey Day Eve

Things have been pretty hectic around the Schmitz household lately.

You never realize how much spare time you had pre-rugrat until you have one. We've become well trained in the art of night napping, the practice of sleeping 1 or 2 hours and then getting up and trying to get Eli back to sleep.

Amber and I haven't had a date since Eli was born. Our new concept of dating involves Godfather's, driving around Carroll, and walking through Wal-Mart. I know, I'm such a romantic husband.

While I seem to have more personal time than Amber with her feeding Eli, personal recreation is at an all-time low. As opposed to watching a movie, I now see a trailer for new movie while watching my recording of The Office after Eli falls asleep. Instead of sitting down and reading a book, I catch up on my reading by watching the 6 AM news on Channel 13 in closed-caption format.

And I wouldn't trade it for the world.

Tonight is Thanksgiving Eve and things have been extremely busy for us the past 2 weeks. We are still preparing the house to look as good as possible for potential buyers. I've been trying to wrap up projects at work while planning and preparing for my new job. We're still trying to figure out how we are going to manage me working over an hour away from our current house. And Eli doesn't know when to slow down.

He hasn't been sleeping well lately again, but he is getting closer and closer to walking. The last few nights he has been taking about 3 or 4 steps between me and Amber and walking along the furniture. He still has a ways to go on his balance, but if I had to take the over/under on when he will be walking and the line is Christmas, I'm taking the under.

Amber isn't feeling well tonight. I think she is probably more warn out than anything with as active and sleepless that Eli is. I hope she is feeling better by tomorrow, because we have a big day of Thanksgiving festivities planned.

Eli is getting big and trying to do everything. He is pulling himself up on things and is even starting to be able to occupy himself a little bit with his toys.

I don't know why, but lately he seems to love his Dad even more than usual. I leave the room and he's either screaming or crawling to come find me. I had better enjoy it now, because it won't last forever.

I have a lot to be thankful for.