Thanksgiving - times 10

Thanksgiving at our house takes a 25 pound turkey, a 13 x 9 pan of stuffing and green bean cassarole, a tub of cranberry salad, 5 pies and a 13 x 9 of yams (got to have the marshmallow). With all of that, no leftovers - hardly enough turkey left to make turkey salad for sandwhiches the next day. It was kind of like those feeding frenzies sharks have with the wounded fish. Polite, but very very frenzied.

The turkey never had a chance.

The slow march to insanity

My wife and I are the proud parents of a baby boy. He is our tenth child. No, that is not a misprint or a joke, we have ten kids. Yes they are all ours together and yes, yes I do know what causes that to happen. No multiple births, no medically enhanced multiple litters, just a slow continuous march to insanity.

I remember when my wife and I were very young, saying to each other, "wouldn't a big family be great!" And it is, but it is not something for the timid of heart or the weak of stomach. Our 5 sons and 5 daughters are each a unique treasure and I can't imagine my life without each and every one of them.

But sometimes I can imagine it without finding my good socks upstairs in my son's drawer.