Giving Thanks

Yesterday was Thanksgiving. Like many other Thanksgivings before, I gathered together with my family and ate copious amounts of roast turkey with all the trimmings. Unlike other Thanksgiving holidays, however, this one was Stephen's first. Well...first outside the womb, at least.

We dressed him up in some of his finest clothes, sent to us by his great-grandparents who live in Pennsylvania. Here's the boy and his beautiful mother:


Our arrival at my mom's place was somewhat delayed due to Mr. Man having a tooth-related "I really need a nap" fit. We applied children's Motrin and Oragel and let nature take its course. After half an hour of unconscious bliss, we woke him, dressed him, and to grandmother's house we went.

As always, Stephen's grandmother was happy to see him.

Dinner was tasty! Stephen thought so, too. Grandma put some turkey through the food processor, and the little guy chowed it down. He sampled mashed potatos and gravy, as well as cranberry sauce, candied yams, and anything else that caught his eyes.

Not only were we celebrating Thanksgiving, but we also celebrated my brother's 23rd birthday (which is technically today, but it never hurts to kill two birds with one stone). Stephen and his uncle get along pretty well.

When it was all said and done, we packed the boy up and brought him home. He hit the sack early, and stayed down just about all night long. Could it have been the tryptophan? Should we give the boy turkey every night?

By the way, you can find additional pictures of the boy (if you so wish) from our recent trip to Gen Con SoCal in Anaheim at my other web log, Neuro-Suction.