Thanks

"Thank you"

We're trying to teach Dash about the concept of giving thanks and gratitude. I think it wouldn't hurt for me to flex those muscles a little, either, so I'll write a little thanks here every day until Thanksgiving. Cool? Cool.

Dining room table littered with drawing supplies & Legos. As it should be.

We bought this house when I was in my 27th month of pregnancy with Dash. We bought near the peak of the housing bubble and are so under water that I'm pretty sure we've all sprouted gills. It's a "builder's special" in a small neighborhood full of identical houses. It's not particularly charming or well-designed. But it is my absolute favorite place on earth.

TV on a Sunday morning.

This is where we brought Dash from the hospital. This is where we spent endless nights with him sacked out on the couch. This is where he laughed his first laugh, ate his first food, celebrated every birthday. It's where we became a family. It's not fancy, but it's the only house I ever want to live in.

Dash's room. (I lived in a one-bedroom apartment with my single mom until I was 13. I am grateful every day to be able to give Dash a room of his own.)