This Moment- A Friday ritual. A single photo- no words- capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor, and remember. If you’re inspired to do the same, leave a link to your ‘moment’ in the comments for all to find and see.

With crisp white aprons and war painted bodies we gathered with loved ones to celebrate what has become known as Friends Feast. With last minute costume fumblings, ingredient collecting, turkey thawing and location changes, I’m happy to say that as the pilgrims, indians and even turkeys began to file in, the chaos of party hosting diminished and in it’s place was the stuff that matters.

Looking around I saw creativity, playfulness,friendship and family. It’s this time of year that these things really call out and slap me in the face…a big ‘ol, “hey bitch you’re one really blessed chick.” And I am…a bitch sometimes (sorry babe) and really blessed…much more of the second.

Friends Feast is all about coming together and recognizing how very blessed we are. Blessed to have one another. Blessed to be living in Hawaii. Blessed to be healthy, to be adding extra chairs and highchairs to the table and setting up porta-cribs in the back room so that mommy can have that extra drink, cut loose and know that her whole world is sound asleep in the back room.

It was amazing. The games were great (will put up printables and downloadable instructions for next year),the food was delicious and the costumes absolutely unforgettable:

I may be a bit biased but I think the turkey won best dressed…

Aloooha Harper here!

Mama is away tending to her nipples which I have decided to CHOMP off with my two new teeth. I’m up to 4 now (2 upper and 2 lower) which makes for one good nipple piercing bite..muahaha

I love to watch my mama jump! I love it when she tries not to react and how she bites her lip instead of screaming at me like I know she wants to do (ok sometimes she does but I forgive her). I like to watch her suffer and then flash my beautiful blue eyes and sweet little smile.

Every once in a while when I’m afraid she’s had enough and is going to cut me off I make sure to snuggle up to her real good…I bury my head into that special little crook in her neck and give her a nice soft, “I wuv ya mama” pat on the back. She’s a sucker for that stuff and here I am almost 11 months old and still in control of those boobs!

I like to flop them out in inappropriate places too…Sam’s club was a real riot after I did a little flashing right in the middle of the green bean aisle. I really gave those mad last minute Thanksgiving shoppers something to be thankful for…just trying to keep everyone positive during the holiday stress.

But enough about boobs…

Ah who am I kidding there can never be enough boob talk can there?

Remember when my mama promised she would put together some sort of guide to help all you newly breastfeeding mamas out there? Well she did it but forgot to tell you all…you can check it out by following these links to mama’s guest posts on Modern Day Moms:

Breastfeeding Basics

Breastfeeding Basics Part 2

Breastfeeding Basics Part 3

Breastfeeding Basics Part 4

Breastfeeding Basics Part 5

Breastfeeding Basics Part 6

Possible Tax Deduction

In other news… things have (as usual) been crazy around these parts. Mom and dad are still working on this re-model thing and on top of that they decided to rip out their half working oven and replace it with a brand new one (thanks grandma and grandpa-Merry Christmas!!!) There was some shouting, some drilling and a whole heap of a mess that I just couldn’t resist. I did my best to contribute to the mess by spreading sawdust throughout the house. I’m sure mama will fill you in on all the details (especially the part where she threatened to lock papa up and hire someone) and I know she has some amazing holiday baking planned.

Since the house is in such a jumble I’ve decided to contribute to the chaos and insist on climbing up onto everything. Mom and dad have covered every single inch of the house they can with pillows and cushions but I still manage to take a tumble here and there. To keep me occupied and my climbing a little more focused papa came up with this:

It’s my very own ramp!

Mama also got me this pretty cool tunnel…I love to climb inside and then roll across the floor.

Ut oh…I’ve been caught! Mama and papa don’t like me to touch their computer…gotta run!