'Tis the season

'Tis the season

I’m not going to lie, this was one of the best Thanksgiving weekends ever. Our little five-some spent the four-day weekend in town and it was so special to cook a meal and share this holiday quietly in our own little home. I had a little anxiety throughout the weekend, but it was definitely manageable considering the immense joy of being surrounded by my family.

Paul had work off Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday! We got to have a leisurely lunch on Wednesday just the two of us (well, and our third wheel Theo). On Thursday, Paul let me sleep in (!!!) and then I cooked a Thanksgiving lunch for us. We shared sparkly beverages and Emma decided she loves cranberry sauce. Normally, I am not much of a leftovers person, but I ate the Thanksgiving food all weekend.

I gave Henry his first hair cut after nap on Thanksgiving and I cried a whoooole lot. But he’s so delectably cute so I’m okay now, I promise. On Friday, we cranked up the Christmas music jams and started decorating. Emma and Henry absolutely loved decorating our tree. They each were so meticulous about ornament placement. I did not put any of the breakable ornaments out this year because Henry tornado lives up to the name. Somehow we still managed to break some… oy vey.

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All about family

I am currently blogging from under my warm covers snuggling with a napping Emma. We are all sick right now and rules go out the window when Emma won't stop fussing. We have both had a few tantrums today.

Any who, this Thanksgiving holiday was one for the family books. We were able to spend a whole week with family and I am incredibly grateful. We spent a few days with Paul's family and then my family. (GASP, SHOCK, AWE, HORROR) I barely even took photos this past week because I was too busy having all that family quality time. OH WELL. ;] 

Besides getting sick towards the end, it was rejuvenating and just what we needed. Emma soaked up time with her cousins, my cousins, her aunties, my aunties, grandmas, and grandpas. She was in heaven. Paul and I got to double date with our dear friends sans toddler and saw Mocking Jay (so good, seriously). I am one happy mama. 

God is good. All the time.

We ate, we drank, we played, we danced, we laughed, we celebrated, we were merry. 


The turkey toss

On Thanksgiving, Paul, Emma, and I took a turn around the harbor near our apartment. The weather was beautiful and we enjoyed a little stroll along the water. We took some photos, tossed a turkey (named Emma), and got laughed at by some cops while we were trying to take some selfies. Nothing to see here people, move along. Just a new mama obsessively taking 13 thousand photos. 

Side note: Emma is at a stage where she is trying to jam everything into her facehole. I’ve attempted to reason with her. I’ve tried bribes, blackmail, pleas. But no, she’s determined to chomp on everything on God’s green earth. Oh honey pumpkin loaf, you cannot rip the skin off mama while attempting to grab her necklace and shove it in your mouth. But I offer you dada’s head hair as a consolation. I just ordered a baby chewy bead necklace to (hopefully) distract her like the matadors use the red cape for the charging bulls. 

So here are those 13 thousand photos I’ve promised. Nah, just kidding. Only 12 thousand. 

What a cute little turkey.