On Saturday, the family had our official American Thanksgiving dinner. We watched the Macy’s Parade in the morning and we ate in the late afternoon. We had the turkey and all the fixins (man, I love me some fixins) and it was all tasty and stuff. But, I don’t really like turkey all that much. So, DH will be eating lots of turkey over the next few weeks. There will not be any further debate about the topic, I assure you. It has been settled.
As the holiday season starts, we have so much we need to do. A tree to buy, a Santa to visit, lights to put up and, of course, gifts to give. It’s all a lot of work to do, but it’s totally worth it. The Boy is in full Christmas mode. He’s learned (most of) the words to Rudolph, the Red-Nosed Reindeer, has started his new Advent calendar and asks us every day if its Christmas yet.
Zed is almost six months old and doing well. He can sort of sit up and he’s dragging himself all over the floor. He’s about ready for cereal, but I’m in no big hurry to get started on that. I gave him a piece of cornbread at dinner a couple of weeks ago, but he had no idea what to do, so the crumbs just rested on his lower lip.
Snow comes and goes up here. We had a light dusting last night, but it’s mostly disappeared by now. Last year’s Thanksgiving brought a huge snowstorm. But this year is pretty slim pickens. Which is fine with me. Snow on Christmas Day Only – my new motto.