I had this really great introspective Thanksgiving post started that I supposedly emailed to myself but it was gobbled up by cyberspace instead. I guess cyberspace has to eat too sometimes.
So, I’ll just say that Thanksgiving was a wonderful occasion to gather with friends and ingest some succulent bird-meat. Baby E is counting down till next year when he can share in the grub on the table. He got his revenge by sneezing on his daddy’s plate of food. Not wanting to be outdone, of course, he had several healthy servings of breastmilk before, during, and after the big meal. He did also revel in the fact that he was the star of the show. He got to showcase his new skill – spitting. Well it’s more like he’s blowing raspberries with his lips, “Bbbbppppp! Bbbbbpppppp!” Only a baby could spit on a woman and be declared cute. That show-off! In between all that cuteness he managed to hear a bit about the true Thanksgiving story. Afterward he partied like it was 2009 and then slept the entire 4 hour ride back home.