Sunday, October 24, 2010

Family Pics

I'm very lucky to have my friend Tricia.  Not only is she super awesome, but she's also getting into photography.  She did some awesome maternity pictures of our friend Cristy last weekend (2 days before she had Carter) and was down from Strathmore this weekend to see the new baby.  So we stole Tricia for about an hour to snap some candid family photos for us in the awesome leaves at Henderson Lake.  We had a tone of fun and much laughter was had.  I was so happy that we got pictures of Paxton in his super cute Emi Hats 'cuz usually as soon as I put a hat on him, he pulls it right off.  Here are a few of my favorites (and I say a few 'cuz Tricia took about 1000 of them!):












Super Jay! 


Tricia was trying to get a shot with falling leaves.  Instead, she sort of threw a bunch of them at us and Paxton got most of it! Too funny! 


This was actually my 3rd time jumping in the leaves.  I'm definitely not as talented as Jay! 





I thought this one would be cute since one of our engagement photos had me and Jay sitting on a bench (there was a heart spray painted on the back of it. awwww! and no, we did not put the heart there!)

Friday, October 22, 2010

Running on Empty

This is how my life is going:

Me: "Yay, Paxton finally finished teething and is sleeping through the night again!  And I've finally regained the ability to sleep through the night as well instead of waking up every 2-3 hours for no reason 'cuz I'm used to Paxton waking up then!  And my 80 lb Boxer has decided he'd rather sleep on the couch than at the end of MY SIDE of the bed!  Life is just lovely!"

Universe: "Well that just won't do.  We can't have you being well rested and able to get all the stuff done that you want to before returning to the work force in 3 weeks.  No that definitely will not do.  Here, Paxton, I have a gift for you."

Paxton: "Ooooo, shiny!"

Me: "UNIVERSE!!!" (yelled somewhat like Captain Kirk yelling "Kaaaaahn!" in one of the Star Trek movies.  No I have not seen all of them.  I am still quite adept at avoiding that particular joy.  That's a whole nother story.)

Confused?  Let me enlighten you.  Yesterday was a pretty decent day.  Paxton and I hung out while Jay was at work and then we all headed over to Grandpa Chicken's house for the afternoon.  We played a round of Tiger Woods 2010 (although I had to leave in the middle of the back 9 since I apparently haven't learned anything in the last 10 1/2 months and forgot to check how many wipes I had in the diaper bag before leaving the house, so I had to go home and get more), watched Paxton for a few hours as he entertained us by walking around the living room and chasing after the cat (who wants NOTHING to do with Paxton) and then had some Chinese food for supper.  Paxton fell asleep on the way home and I got him out of the car seat and into the crib without him waking up (yay me!).  Jay and I then got ready for bed and settled in to watch a bit of tv while we fell asleep.  And that's when it all started to go wrong.  Here's what happened:

1. Maggie and Mo decided for some unknown reason that they should come sleep on the bed with us.  Fine, whatever, Maggie usually leaves shortly after Jay falls asleep ('cuz he kicks her off in his sleep) and I still have the body pillow at my end of the bed from my pregnancy days as a "force field" so Mo won't climb up my side of the bed and attempt to push me out.

2. Jay decided that we should cuddle while we watched tv.  Fine, whatever, he'll move back over to his side after he falls asleep (we are not cuddlers while we sleep.  We need our own space.).

3. Paxton started crying at 9:30 pm.  This is about a half hour after we got home.  Not a good omen.  So I got up, changed his diaper and rocked him in the chair for about 5 minutes.  Still crying.  So I took him to bed with me to see if that would help.  Nope, still crying.  So I left him with Daddy while I went to get some Tylenol (Paxton's still chewing on his fingers a lot so I'm assuming another tooth is in our near future.  Also, he whacked his head pretty good while we were at Grandpa's house so maybe he had a headache.), but he fell asleep on Daddy while I was out of the room for like 30 seconds.  Fine, whatever, I waited for a few minutes to make sure Paxton was actually asleep and then moved him back to his crib.  I returned to bed, we watched some tv and I fell asleep around 10:30 pm.

4. 11:15 pm. I am awakened by a screaming Paxton.  All disoriented (since I've only been asleep for about 45 minutes) I stumbled from the bed and headed to the kitchen for a bottle.  I returned to Paxton's room, gave him the bottle, checked his diaper and rocked him in rocking chair while he finished the bottle and then put him back in his crib.  I returned to bed to find Jay sleeping soundly on my side of the bed because although Maggie has now vacated Jay's side of our KING SIZE bed, apparently it was after he fell asleep and so he's decided to conquer my side instead.  I inserted myself under the covers and carefully maneuvered Jay back to his side while not waking him up since the poor guy has to work at 5 am and needs to sleep.  I fell back to sleep around midnight.

5. 1: 45 am. I am awakened by my sleeping husband elbowing me in the arm because he's trying to conquer my side of the bed again.  I heard Paxton crying.  I again stumbled out of bed but went to his room without a bottle since he just had one less than 2 hours ago.  I cuddled my boy in the rocking chair all the while letting him know in no uncertain terms that Mommy is not impressed and needs some sleep and in order for that to happen, he needs to sleep.  Crying stopped, Paxton fell back to sleep, I put him in his crib and returned to bed.  Needless to say, Jay was on my side of the bed.  So I again reclaimed my side of the bed from my sleeping husband.  I fell back to sleep around 2:15 am.

6.  As I mentioned before, Jay has to work at 5 am, so his alarm is set for 3:20 am.  Usually he wakes up about 5 minutes early and turns off his alarm so I don't get woken up.  Well guess what?  For some reason today is special and he slept right up until his alarm went off.  So I am awakened at 3:20 am by the blaring raidio.  Thankfully I was so exhausted from this crappy night of sleep that I aws able to pass into blissful unconsciousness within about 10 minutes.

7. 5:30 am.  I am awakened by a crying Paxton.  I once again stumbled from bed, got a bottle and returned to his room.  I changed his diaper and proceed to the rocking chair.  After about 2 minutes I realize that he sounds like he's "gulping" for air.  Once this information has filtered into the sleepy fog that is my brain, I also realized that Paxton sounds really congested when he's trying to breathe.  So, back to the change table, on with the light (a fact which is not going to help me when I want to get this boy back to sleep in 5 minutes) and out with the tiny snot sucker that looks like a turkey baster (you know what I'm talking about).  After cleaning out my poor boy's nose so that some air could get through we returned to the rocking chair, he finished his bottle, I put him back in his crib, (hoping that he would go back to sleep) and I returned to bed.  I don't know if he actually went back to sleep since I passed out pretty much as soon as I got back to bed, but I was able to stay in my coma until 7:30 am when Paxton decided that enough was enough and we should get up.

So to you, Universe, I say "What did I do to deserve this?  I know that I did get some sleep, but really?  Was it absolutely necessary to present my baby boy with his first ever cold 2 days before we are getting pictures of him taken with some other babies?!? (whose Moms I am about 99.99999% sure DO NOT want their babies to get this cold)  And was it really necessary to make me exhausted the one time I'm going to have a girls' night at my place so that I have absolutely no energy or will to clean anything or go grocery shopping?  And even if I did have any energy, I have a whiney, snotty nosed little boy to deal with so I'm pretty sure I'm not going to get anything done anyway!" 

You, Universe are not in my good books.  You better watch your back. 

(At least Jackie brought me a Timmie's to make my day slightly better. *sigh*)

Thursday, October 21, 2010

My Son Is a Mouse

At some point in my school career I was informed that mice are great at getting into walls, etc because their skeletons are compressable, so as long as they can fit their head through a hole or crack the rest of the body will follow.  I know, gross, right?  This has led me to believe recently that Paxton is part mouse.  Since he started "cruising" the furniture and now that he's starting to walk he's become increasingly inventive about getting around my barricades.  He is especially enamoured with cords (I blame his father's obsession with electronics for this) and will do pretty much anything to get to one. 

For example, we have one of those "old people" recliners that is motorized so it will stand up for you (this is a long story.  Suffice it to say that Jay used to work for a Health and Wellness company and the chair was there before I came into the picture.  It did come in handy while I was in labour though ...).  Because it's motorized it needs to be plugged into the wall and Paxton thinks the cord is just the greatest toy ever invented.  I looked down into the living room earlier this morning and didn't see or hear Paxton.  Yes this was bad now that we have entered "the child is too quiet" phase.  And then I heard the sound of the cord hitting the wall and knew exactly where Paxton was.  So I headed downstairs and extracted my son from behind the chair amidst yet ANOTHER tantrum (*sigh* I am not looking forward to toddler years since I know they're just going to get worse.)

"What does this have to do with Paxton being a mouse?" you might ask.  Well, take a look at the arrangement of furniture in question.


The chair is plugged into an outlet in the corner behind the chair that Maggie's sitting on.  I have no idea how he got past the tv trays (the table has a box under it that's filled with books so he can't move it) since they were both still standing in that position when I went to extract the boy.  The only conclusion I can come to is that he's part mouse.

*Note: this picture was taken after the fact and I'm pretty sure he was planning on going back for the cord but I caught him in the act and foiled his plans.

Wednesday, October 20, 2010

Parenting Tip for my Darling Husband

I love my husband, I really do.  But sometimes he drives me to the brink of madness.  I have developed a lot of patience over the course of the last almost 8 1/2 years, (no Kinsey, this does not make me a "push over" it just means that I pick my fights so we are not constantly fighting like we did the first 2 years we were together) and I put it to good use yesterday. 

I decided to try out my Aunt Connie's gingerbread recipe this year (yes another baking story.  Sorry this one is not going to be nearly as entertaining as "The Sugar Cookie Fiasco") and yesterday was the day to actually make the cookies since I'd put the dough together the previous day and refrigerated it overnight as required.  I was having a pretty stellar day since the morning was spent visiting Cristy and Mark and their new baby boy Carter at the hospital.  After getting Paxton down for a nap and catching up on Facebook, (we've been over this.  Don't judge me.  I actually dropped one of the Zynga games last week, so that's progress, right?) and getting Paxton up from his nap, I got a phone call from Jay.  Usually when he phones me after work it's to inquire about any plans I/we have for the afternoon and that's exactly why he was phoning.  This is how the conversation went:

Jay: "Do you need to do anything this afternoon?  'Cuz I'm at Dan's house for a bit." (we are a single vehicle family currently, so it causes issues when I have errands to run and Jay doesn't come home after work because I neglected to tell him about said errands ... after about 8 months of Mat Leave we finally figured out some sort of system so that I'm not "picking my fights" as much.)

Me: "I don't need to go anywhere, but I'm going to make the gingerbread today, remember?" (as I said before, I made the dough up the day before so he knew I was going to bake the cookies)

Jay: "Oh.  So you just need me to come home to babysit?"

This is where the aforementioned "brink of madness" comes in to play.  It's not babysitting if it's your own kid(s)!!!  I'm in charge of Paxton like 99% of the time, and it's not babysitting!  It's called being a parent!  However, I chose to be the bigger person in this case and did not start a fight about it.  Woo-sa.

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Three Musketeers!

My friend Cristy had her baby last night at 10:19 pm ... and it's a boy!  He was a week early, weighed 7 lbs and was 20 inches long, and his parents have decided to name him Carter Logan Burris.  Both Cristy and Carter are doing really well and of course he's just adorable.  Paxton and I hitched a ride with Jackie and Alexander to go to the hospital for a visit (even though we're rebels since apparently they're not allowing children, but we figured since neither of our kids are sick and they weren't going to be running around like crazies we would take them anyways.  I mean really, how can you say no to Paxton's blue eyes and crazy blonde hair?).  We had a good visit and the little family gets to come home tomorrow so we'll probably be making another trip over then or possibly the next day (we should maybe let the grandparents and uncles be there the first day.  Maybe.)

I'm so excited that they had a boy (since they decided not to find out from the ultrasound) since Jackie and I both had boys as well and we're all frineds.  I mean, little girls are fine and dandy (and all sorts of fun to shop for and dress) but I really wanted them to have a boy so that our 3 babies will grow up being the best of friends (this might be wishful thinking once they get into school since Paxton will likely be a year ahead of the other 2, but we'll make them play together while they're little and hopefully it will cement them together for life!).  I'm sure we're also going to have all sorts of bumps, bruises and shenanigans in our future with play dates and sleep overs (which we will definitely be rotating, lol).  Without further ado, here are the pictures.

Waiting for Jackie to come get us.  Such a big boy! 
Carter Logan Burris (he has red hair!) 
Paxton chillin' with Mark (Carter's Dad) 
New Mom shot of Cristy (looking particularly refreshed for just delivering a baby 12 hours before!) 
Jackie holding Carter 
Carter smiling while Dad is holding him 
Me and Carter 
The 3 Musketeers (I tried to get a shot without the bottle, but Paxton was having none of that) 
Jackie and Alexander 
Carter's Uncle Mike and Alexander 
Mom and Dad team dressing Carter 
Mommy and Carter

Best Idea Ever

Some of you may have seen my Facebook status yesterday morning and some of you may not have.  Either way, I'm going to expand on it.  This is what it said "Alisha Christensen: if I could figure out how to make all the running in my dreams count, I'd weigh 110 lbs by now!"

I am constantly running from something or someone in my dreams (I'm sure this symbolizes something that's probably not good but what can I say) whether it's just your generic "bad guys", vampires, horror movie killers, mud slides, lava, etc.  I'm not entirely sure what they all want from me but they're always chasing me and I'm always running away while trying to keep various members of my family safe from them at the same time.  And you know how usually when you need to run in a dream it's like you're trying to move through a vat of molasses while your assailant can move at regular speed?  That's not the case with my dreams, usually I'm moving fairly quickly (and I'm in remarkably good shape since I can run for hours at a time!).

So I had a brilliant idea yesterday morning: If I could figure out how to make all the running I do in my dreams count as exercise in real life I could lose a lot of weight!  And I'd probably be ridiculously rich since everyone would want to use my  invention as well.

Now all I have to do is find a scientist who can figure it out ... let me know if you know of one. =)

Friday, October 15, 2010

Halloween Trivia

Once again, I have dug up some useful/useless knowledge (depending on your point of view) about the origins of a widely celebrated holiday and the traditions of said holiday.  This time we're discussing Halloween.  Halloween is the favorite holiday of many of my friends, but I personally haven't been big into it since I was a kid (probably due to the lack of candy once I was too old for trick or treating).  As an adult I just can't ever seem to think of a good costume and often leave it to the last minute.  The exception to this was 2 years ago when my friend Jackie and I dressed up as surgeons from "Grey's Anatomy."

My super awesome "Seatle Grace" badge
Jackie was very jealous of my scalpal so she was going to inject me with her needle and take it from me 
Mark (my friend Cristy's husband) dressed up as Homer Simpson 
Cristy as Marge Simpson 
Paul and Craig as Mario and Luigi 

This year is the first year I've decorated for Halloween (probably because we have Paxton now) and we haven't ever handed out candy in the 6 years that I've lived here.  This isn't because we are "Halloween Scrooges" or anything.  I always seem to have been working or out somewhere so I never bothered to get any candy.  And from what I've heard from friends who live in the same area there aren't a lot of kids who go trick-or-treating around here (I think Cristy said they had 10 kids total last year).  That is kind of weird to me since we were always chomping at the bit to get out after our candy when I was a child regardless of the fact that the vast majority of my Halloween memories include having to wear a winter coat and/or snow pants under my costume (Jack Frost ring any bells, Kelly?).  Anyways, I plan to buy some candy this year and I guess if we don't get any trick or treaters I'll just have to eat it.  But enough about me, here's what I discovered about the origins and traditions of Halloween (most of this is from Wikipedia) in North America, Ireland and Great Britain.

The origin of Halloween lies in the traditions of the Celtic people.  They held a major celebration near the end of our month of October, which they called called "Samhain," (pronounced sow-an or sow-in) a festival to recognize the end of summer.  The Celts believed that the border between this world and the next was thinnest on Samhain, allowing spirits (both harmless and harmful) to pass through.  Friends and relatives who had died were honored and would often return, with their souls inhabiting an animal - often a black cat.  Harmful spirits were warded off and it is believed that the need to ward off these harmful spirits led to the wearing of costumes and masks.  Their purpose was to disguise oneself as a harmful spirit and thus avoid harm as the spirits would be frightened and not bother you.

In celebration of the recently completed harvest, Celts would give offerings of food to the Gods. They often went from door to door to collect food to donate to their deities.  Also, young Celts would ask the townspeople for kindling and wood, and take it to top of the hill for the Samhain bonfire.  These are two of the possible origins of present day "trick or treating."   Samhain was a fire festival and sacred bonfires were lit on the tops of hills in honor of the Gods. The townspeople would take an ember from the bonfire to their homes and re-light the fire in their family hearth. The ember would usually be carried in a holder - often a turnip or gourd.

The word Halloween is first attested in the 16th century and represents a Scottish variant of the fuller All-Hallows-Even ("evening"), that is, the night before All Hallows Day. Up through the early 20th century, the spelling "Hallowe'en" was frequently used.

Trick or treating is a customary celebration for children on Halloween where children go in costume from house to house, asking for treats such as candy or sometimes money, with the question, "Trick or treat?" The word "trick" refers to a (mostly idle) "threat" to perform mischief on the homeowners or their property if no treat is given. In some parts of Scotland children still go guising. In this custom the child performs some sort of trick, i.e. sings a song or tells a ghost story, to earn their treats.  (Apparently my Dad is Scottish since he usually tells children they have to sing a song before he'll give them any candy.  This was soooo embarassing when I was younger!)

The practice of dressing up in costumes and begging door to door for treats on holidays dates back to the Middle Ages and includes Christmas wassailing.  Trick-or-treating resembles the late medieval practice of “souling,” when poor folk would go door to door on Hallowmas (November 1), receiving food in return for prayers for the dead on All Souls Day (November 2).  It originated in Ireland and Britain, although similar practices for the souls of the dead were found as far south as Italy.  Shakespeare mentions the practice in his comedy “The Two Gentlemen of Verona (1593), when Speed accuses his master of “puling like a beggar at Hallowmas.”
Common traditions and Halloween symbols:

Jack-o-lanternsThe souling practice of commemorating the souls in purgatory with candle lanterns carved from turnips, became adapted into the making of jack-o'-lanterns.  In traditional Celtic Halloween festivals, large turnips were hollowed out, carved with faces and placed in windows to ward off evil spirits.  The carving of pumpkins is associated with Halloween in North America where pumpkins are both readily available and much larger – making them easier to carve than turnips.  The term "Jack-o'-lantern" came from an Irish folk tale of the 18th century.   Jack was an Irishman and he tricked the Devil into climbing an apple tree.  He then cut a cross symbol in the tree trunk, thus trapping the Devil in the branches.  When Jack died, he was unable to again access to Heaven because of his meanness.  The Devil, having a long memory, would not allow him into Hell.  So he was forced to walk the earth endlessly.  The devil took pity on him and gave him a piece of coal to light his path.  Jack put it inside a hollowed-out turnip that he had been eating.  (For more variations on the legend of Jack click here.)

Apples have long been associated with female deities, and with immortality, resurrection, and knowledge.  One reason is that if an apple is cut through its equator, it will reveal a five-pointed star outlined at the center of each hemisphere.  This was a pentagram -- a Goddess symbol among the Roma (Gypsies), ancient Celts, ancient Egyptians, etc. There are many Halloween folk traditions associated with apples: 
·         Unmarried people would attempt to take a bite out of an apple bobbing in a pail of water, or suspended on a string. The first person to do so was believed to be the next to marry.
·         Peeling an apple in front of a candle-lit mirror was believed to produce the image of one's future spouse.
·         Attempting to produce a long unbroken apple peel was said to estimate the number of years you had to live. The longer the peel, the longer your life expectancy.
The imagery of Halloween is derived from many sources, including national customs, works of Gothic and horror literature (such as the novels Frankenstein and Dracula), and classic horror films (such as The Mummy).  Elements of the autumn season, such as pumpkins, corn husks, and scarecrows, are also prevalent and homes are often decorated with these types of symbols around Halloween.  Halloween imagery includes themes of death, evil, the occult, magic, or mythical monsters.  Traditional characters include ghosts, witches, skeletons, vampires, werewolves, demons, bats, and black cats.  The colors black and orange are associated with the celebrations because of the darkness of night and the color of bonfires, autumn leaves, and jack-o'-lanterns.
Costumes
Halloween costumes are traditionally modeled after monsters such as ghosts, skeletons, witches, and devils.  Over time, the costume selection extended to include popular characters from fiction, celebrities, and generic archetypes such as ninjas and princesses.  Costuming became popular for Halloween parties in the US in the early 20th century, as often for adults as for children. The first mass-produced Halloween costumes appeared in stores in the 1930s when trick-or-treating was becoming popular in the United States.

Games
There are several games traditionally associated with Halloween parties. One common game is dunking or apple bobbing, in which apples float in a tub or a large basin of water and the participants must use their teeth to remove an apple from the basin.  Some games traditionally played at Halloween are forms of divination. A traditional Scottish form of divining one's future spouse is to carve an apple in one long strip, then toss the peel over one's shoulder. The peel is believed to land in the shape of the first letter of the future spouse's name.  Unmarried women were told that if they sat in a darkened room and gazed into a mirror on Halloween night, the face of their future husband would appear in the mirror. However, if they were destined to die before marriage, a skull would appear. The custom was widespread enough to be commemorated on greeting cards from the late 19th century and early 20th century.  The telling of ghost stories and viewing of horror films are common fixtures of Halloween parties. Episodes of television series and Halloween-themed specials (with the specials usually aimed at children) are commonly aired on or before the holiday, while new horror films are often released theatrically before the holiday to take advantage of the atmosphere.

Religious Perspective
Christian attitudes towards Halloween are quite diverse.  Many Christians ascribe no negative significance to Halloween, treating it as a purely secular holiday devoted to celebrating "imaginary spooks" and handing out candy.  To these Christians, Halloween holds no threat to the spiritual lives of children: being taught about death and mortality, and the ways of the Celtic ancestors actually being a valuable life lesson and a part of many of their parishioners' heritage.
Other Christians feel concerned about Halloween, and reject the holiday because they feel it trivializes - or celebrates - paganism, the occult, or other practices and cultural phenomena deemed incompatible with their beliefs.  Some consider Halloween to be completely incompatible with the Christian faith because of its origin as a pagan "Festival of the Dead".  For example, Jehovah’s Witnesses do not celebrate Halloween because they believe anything that originated from a pagan holiday should not be celebrated by true Christians.

Some Fun Facts
Halloween is the holiday when the most candy is sold; it is second only to Christmas in total sales.  North Americans spend over $20 million on Halloween candies yearly.
Halloween is the third-largest party occasion next to Christmas and New Year's Eve.
For many decades, the United Nations Children's' Fund (UNICEF) has distributed boxes to children so that they can collect money at Halloween time. During the 1950's, a few US public schools banned the UNICEF boxes, over suspicions that it might be a Communist plot.

Thursday, October 14, 2010

Thanksgiving Trivia

I'm always interested in the origins of the different holidays we celebrate and why these holidays have certain traditions.  So this year I decided to do a little research on Thanksgiving and share my trivia with you (I found most of this on Wikipedia).  I found it interesting that although Canada and the United States both celebrate Thanksgiving Day by gathering with family and friends to have a turkey dinner, the two holidays were started for very different reasons.

In Canada:

The history of Thanksgiving in Canada goes back to an explorer, Martin Frobisher who had been trying to find a northern passage to the Pacific Ocean.  Frobisher's Thanksgiving was not for harvest but homecoming. He had safely returned from a search for the Northwest Passage.  In 1578, he held a formal ceremony in Newfoundland to give thanks for surviving the long journey. The feast was one of the first Thanksgiving celebrations by Europeans in North America.  In 1763, after the Seven Years' War ended, and New France was handed over to the British, the citizens of Halifax held a special day of Thanksgiving.  Thanksgiving days were observed beginning in 1799 but did not occur every year.  After the American Revolution, American refugees who remained loyal to Great Britain moved from the newly independent United States and came to Canada. They brought the customs and practices of the American Thanksgiving to Canada. The first Thanksgiving Day after Canadian Confederation was observed as a civic holiday on April 5, 1872 to celebrate the recovery of the Prince of Wales (later King Edward VII) from a serious illness.

Thanksgiving was declared a national holiday in 1879 and November 6th was set aside as the official Thanksgiving Day.  However, on January 31, 1957, Canadian Parliament announced that on the second Monday in October, Thanksgiving would be "a day of general thanksgiving to almighty God for the bountiful harvest with which Canada has been blessed."  Thanksgiving was moved to the second Monday in October because after the World Wars, Remembrance Day and Thanksgiving kept falling in the same week.


In the United States:

It is thought that the first Thanksgiving was celebrated to give thanks to God for helping the Pilgrims of Plymouth Colony survive their first brutal winter in New England.  The first Thanksgiving feast lasted three days and provided enough food for 53 pilgrims and 90 Native Americans.  The feast consisted of fowl, venison, fish, lobster, clams, berries, fruit, pumpkin, and squash. William Bradford's note that, "besides waterfowl, there was great store of wild turkeys, of which they took many," probably gave rise to the American tradition of eating turkey at Thanksgiving.  Oddly enough, most devoutly religious pilgrims observed a day of thanksgiving with prayer and fasting, not feasting. Yet even though this harvest feast was never called Thanksgiving by the pilgrims of 1621, it has become the model for the traditional Thanksgiving celebrations in the United States.

Thanksgiving Days were declared sporadically after that throughout the 18th century and the first half of the 19th century.  A thanksgiving day was annually appointed by the governor of New York from 1817.  In some of the Southern states there was opposition to the observance of such a day on the ground that it was a relic of Puritanic bigotry, but by 1858 proclamations appointing a day of thanksgiving were issued by the governors of 25 states and two territories.  In the middle of the American Civil War, President Abraham Lincoln proclaimed a national Thanksgiving Day to be celebrated on the final Thursday in November 1863 and Thanksgiving has been observed annually in the United States since then.
 
During the second half of the 19th century, Thanksgiving traditions in America varied from region to region.  A traditional New England Thanksgiving, consisted of a raffle held on Thanksgiving eve (in which the prizes were mainly geese or turkeys), a shooting match on Thanksgiving morning (in which turkeys and chickens were used as targets), church services, and then the traditional feast which consisted of some familiar Thanksgiving staples such as turkey and pumpkin pie, and some not-so-familiar dishes such as pigeon pie.  In New York City, people would dress up in fanciful masks and costumes and roam the streets in merry-making mobs.  By the end of the century these mobs had morphed into "ragamuffin parades" comprised mostly of costumed children, and by the 20th century the tradition had vanished entirely.
 

And now on to my favorite part: the foods that are traditionally served at Thanksgiving meals:

Baked or roasted turkey is usually the featured item on any Thanksgiving feast table (so much so that Thanksgiving is sometimes referred to as "Turkey Day"). Stuffing, mashed potatoes with gravy, sweet potatoes, cranberry sauce, sweet corn, and pumpkin pie are commonly associated with Thanksgiving dinner. All of these are actually native to the Americas or were introduced as a new food source to the Europeans when they arrived. 

*I'm pretty sure the Europeans had potatoes already, but like I said I got most of this off Wikipedia.

Hopefully this didn't bore you to death (if you actually made it this far).  I find it interesting and hopefully you may have learned something new as well!  Stay tuned for a Halloween traditions post!

Thankful

I know this is a little late since Canadian Thanksgiving has already passed, but that's the beauty of working for a company where I observe the American holidays ... I'm still a month and a half early for American Thanksgiving!  But seriously, I wanted to share some of the things I'm thankful for (since I'm due for a good cry-fest), so here they are in no particular order.

I am thankful for my husband.  Jay does drive me to the brink of madness on occasion, but he really is my best friend.  We have been together for over 8 years now (wow, it seems like forever!) and married for over 2.  We've laughed, we've cried, we've fought, but through it all we've grown together and I'd do it all over again.  I know Kelly says she's got the best husband out there but I think mine is just perfect for me.  He knows how to handle my freak outs (which happen more frequently than I'd like to admit), puts up with my craziness (like all the baking and crafting I'm trying to get done for Christmas before I go back to work in 4 1/2 weeks (EEK!), and loves me even though I'm definitely not "model material" (he told me once that he'd love me even if I was as big as a house, not that he hopes that is my goal.  it was really sweet when he said it.).  Jay is also a great Dad to Paxton.  I love watching them play together and it melts my heart every time.

I am thankful for my son.  I waited a long time for Paxton to join our family and he is definitely worth the wait!  Paxton has been such a good baby and I'm really and truly thankful for that!  Even when he's being grumpy or cranky he's still much happier than what I hear from my friends about their babies.  I know I don't always show how much I love him (like when he's crying for an hour and a half at 4 am) but I really wouldn't trade him for anything and I love being his Mom.  I am so thankful that we are able to enjoy our little Monkey Man and get to watch him learn new things and develop his personality more every day.

I am thankful for my dogs.  Maggie and Mo drive me crazy on a daily basis but I love them.  They're always happy to see me and greet me with a wagging tail or bum.  They are always willing to cuddle with me and wash my face for me whether I need it or not.  I am so glad that they are both great with Paxton as well.  They are very patient and don't snap or bite at him although they have let out a few growls when they've had enough of being smacked in the face with one of his toys.  I am also thankful that they are so great at cleaning up after Paxton's meals.  They also provide pretty much the only exercise I get these days by guilting me into taking them for walks.

I am thankful for our families.  Jay and I are so blessed to have most of our family in Southern Alberta.  They do so much for us and we are lucky to be able to see them so often.

I am thankful that Jay and I both have jobs.  I'm not looking forward to the end of my Mat Leave, but I am glad that I have a job to go back to.  I'm also glad that it does pay fairly well and that Jay and I are able to have a house, food, a vehicle and some luxeries for our family.

I am thankful for my dishwasher.  After growing up without one I really appreciate this modern convenience.

I am thankful for clean, running water.  We spent some time at my parents' house in Raymond around July 1st and they had a boil water order while we were there.  I am so glad that we don't have to boil water to do dishes, for drinking, etc on a daily basis!

I am thankful for vehicles.  I can't imagine travelling by horse to visit Kelly and her family ... granted they probably wouldn't have moved away if that was the only mode of transportation ...

I am thankful for phones and the internet so that I can keep in touch with my family and friends.

I am thankful that I live in Canada where we have freedom, and where we often take our standard of living for granted.

I am thankful for our healthcare system.  I love that I don't have to worry about paying to see the doctor if we are sick or hurt.

I am thankful for Maternity Leave.  I treasure the fact that I've been able to stay home with Paxton for his first year and being able to see him change and grow each day.  I work with a lot of people in the United States and they only get 6 weeks for Maternity Leave.  I can't imagine leaving my newborn with someone while I went back to work!  It's bad enough thinking that I'll be leaving my 11 1/2 month old!

I am thankful for great friends who are there for me no matter what.

I am thankful that my family is healthy and happy.

I am thankful for digital cameras even though this means I have a ridiculous amount of pictures of Paxton just sitting in his high chair.  And here are some of the latest pictures from my digital camera. 


Playing piano with Auntie Kizzy 
Playing with Connor Shurtz at cousin Paige's wedding shower
Eating a bow ... perhaps foreshadowing of what is to come for his birthday and Christmas? 
"Helping" get the milk out of the fridge.  This is the latest place Paxton likes to get into that Mom and Dad don't want him in.  I guess I should be thankful he hasn't tried to climb into the oven yet! 
Not sure what he was doing by the toilet, but pretty funny that he got toilet paper stuck to his foot! 
All ready for Paige and Eric's family dinner 
Beautiful Paige and Handsome Eric 
Chillin' with Grandpa Chicken before Thanksgiving dinner at their house 
Grandpa Dooley sleeping after Thanksgiving dinner at their house.  Yes that is a broom he's holding.  Apparently he was "protecting" Paxton and that's why he was holding it.  Riiiiiight. 
Brock and Paxton cuddling with Grandpa.  There's not so much of a size difference now that 10 months have passed! 
Crazy "just woke up" hair