Monday, November 29, 2010
Best of Thanksgiving
Pappy? Are we seriously calling you Pappy now?
That nephew of mine Colin is almost 7 months old. Once again he totally stole the show.
And niece Mila is 14 months. She's cutting molars and was a very unhappy camper by the end of the night. Her mommy threatened that if she didn't stop crying she wouldn't be invited back. But that's hardly the case. If crying got your ejected from the Mowery household, Charlene would have moved out years ago.
Sukey tends to be shy at social gatherings, taking a while to warm up and make herself at home. This photo was taken right before she asked Brian to go mix her a martini, shaken not stirred, with a slice of Pup-Peroni instead of an olive.
Cute. Robb's picking up our tree on Saturday.
We also celebrated Gary's birthday with a small bonfire. Kevin, I hate to say it but with your birthday being so close to both babies due dates, we might not cut your cake until Easter.
Robb has a way with children.
The dogs were gated out of the dining room, but it didn't prevent Mason from making pitiful howling noises from the kitchen throughout the meal. Maddie decided to compete with her from the far end of table. It's hard to say who was fussier, the baby or the dog.
I miss the good old days when everyone stretched out on the floor after dinner and fell asleep in front of the fireplace. Okay maybe not everyone, but I did. Now it's like laying down on top of a basketball.
AJ (age 6): Are you the one who's having a baby?
AJ: I thought so. Is it going to be a boy or a girl?
Me: We don't know. It's going to be a surprise.
AJ: (pauses) Are you married?
Adam (age 4): Can I touch your belly?
Adam: (touches my belly) Mommy, her belly's really hard!
Mommy (April): That's because there's a baby in there.
Me: Do you remember when baby Maddie was in Mommy's tummy?
Adam: Yeah, but Mommy's tummy never got THAT big.
Amy sent us a box of her famous gender specific turkey sugar cookies from Pittsburgh, complete with a flock of baby turkeys.