Plenty to Be Thankful For

Presleigh got up on time last Thursday, not knowing what madness awaited her. First, it was off to Mommy and Daddy's bathroom where a nice, warm bath was drawn in the sink. Can you believe our little girl still fits in a sink?! Newborn babies are just the cutest!!!

Back to the story... Mommy gave Presleigh a good cleaning up in preparation for a new outfit. Presleigh understood the word "Thanksgiving" about as well as she understood the words "pretty dress", but we think she got the point when she was done being unimpressed by the overly frilly, pink spitup cloth... Yeah, that's what she refers to most clothing as these days.

We hopped in the car and went over 400 and through the woods to Grandma's house. We did make sure to pack the bouncey jumper dealie, though. It proved to be a wise move. Since Presleigh isn't ready for the Pack 'n Play, we knew some kind of plaything would be a wise choice in travel gear for the holiday.

It appears our little dear is teething. Yep. Probably a month or two early. But, as of now, she'll gum the fingernail off your thumb if you put it too close to her yapper. Promise. Hey, everyone's got skills. Our little lady's got a gnack for gnawing. She's also doing a LOT of vocalizing. Nothing solid yet, just "Mmmmm". Sounds like a devious plot to make her first words "Mommy". I'm trying to teach her how to make the "D" sound...

Meanwhile, she's learning how to laugh. At least, her wide mouth, head back, silent smile now has some higher pitched sound to it from time to time. Uncle Rudy helped her practice that and the other, suspiciously "Mom"ish sound while bouncing herself senseless in the jungle jumper dealie. I think he's on the take.

Grandma, ever the gracious host, made a lovely spread with a fantastic turkey, tons of awesome sides, including some wicked awesome prosciutto wrapped in mozzarella and basil, unbelievable tortellini alfredo, and a ton of other kickin' fixin's. Whaddaya want? Gramma's Itayyin! This is just a warm-up for Christmas Eve. Abbondanza!

While we partook of the savory, meaty, and sweet, Presleigh was relegated to good old fashioned formula at the kiddie table... uh, chair... But, she ate like we did - relentlessly and with wanton disregard for the natural capacity of our gastric chambers. Well done, L'il Lady! Here she is being watched over by her big sister.

Here, as we all DOGGED some dessert, we see Presleigh doing the same. This is a confection she dreamed up on her own, though. While Daddy was busy baking pies and cakes, she was working hard at her rendition of "finger sandwiches". Not so funny if you're her fingernail!!!

After we all gorged ourselves to near overflow status, it was time to catch one of several pitiful blowout games on the tube. Presleigh provided her own commentary, as captured in this photo, lovingly referred to as "Flag on the play?!" She wasn't impressed with that call any more than we were. But we were determined to make it through the game with more eyes open than the referees.

Well, that was our plan. Presleigh wanted to show us what Thanksgiving is really all about - the post meal NAP! Only, her twist on it was "Don't try this standing up, y'all. I'm a trained professional nappie girl!"

Hope yours was as good as hers! Happy belated Thanksgiving!!!