Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday! Time set aside to thank God for everything we have with no pressure on finding the perfect gift. Plus I get to see cousins, aunts, and uncles that I don’t see very often. Oh, and eat delicious food.
One of my favorite things about Thanksgiving is the mass
emails that go out before hand to figure out who is coming to Thanksgiving and
what everyone is bringing. Along with
t-shirt orders and a little teasing back and forth. We aren’t talking 5-10 emails. There were 50+ emails sent in the first 24 hours!
Thanksgiving was the usual running around with cousins;
older cousins, aunt and uncles telling stories and giving each other a hard
time by the fire pit and grills, and people visiting in the house. Plus the usual fight over turkey
cookies! It is really a great time and
one of my favorite holidays.
The kids were all sound asleep in the car when we arrived, so we left them in the car and kept going back and forth to check on them. I went back to check on them one time and Cecilia was awake and Vincent was missing. She told me Vincent tried to undo her buckle and that he woke her up. All probably true. Vincent's shoes were still in the car along with his coat and he was nowhere to be found outside. I went in the house and he was sitting on the couch with some cousins and chatting like it was no big deal he just broke out of his car seat and the car and didn't even seem to care where his parents happened to be.
| Story time |
The kids were all sound asleep in the car when we arrived, so we left them in the car and kept going back and forth to check on them. I went back to check on them one time and Cecilia was awake and Vincent was missing. She told me Vincent tried to undo her buckle and that he woke her up. All probably true. Vincent's shoes were still in the car along with his coat and he was nowhere to be found outside. I went in the house and he was sitting on the couch with some cousins and chatting like it was no big deal he just broke out of his car seat and the car and didn't even seem to care where his parents happened to be.
| Cecilia and Daddy |

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