My mom and dad came for Thanksgiving this year. My mom worked like a dog the whole time she was here. (It was her idea to do it over Thanksgiving.) Greg said I was a slave driver. She painted doors, the crib, a bookshelf... I just have the best mom ever to come and work so hard to help me out.
My mom's sister sent Noah a cute little hat. It's hard to tell from the picture, but it's got tiger stripes on it. First thing he did was break it. I taped it and Noah announced it had a band aide on it. Jinx also liked the hat. He was trying to drag it down the cat door. (It has a similar texture to flip flops which he loves to chew on.)
We had the works for Thanksgiving dinner. Noah's favorite: mashed potatoes. (And, no, he did not eat all of that food on his plate. Greg's eyes were bigger than Noah's stomach.)
Noah loves to play outside. He doesn't seem to care if it's hot or cold. He just likes the fresh air. Can't complain about that can I?
Playing on his swing set
Checking out the neighbor's nativity
Always on the go
Usually we take things to Goodwill a couple of times a year. We haven't taken anything in 2 years. I've been collecting things in the basement. We decided it was time to get it taken care of. Greg was going to take Noah with him when he dropped it off. There wasn't room in the car... That's a little sad really. But, hopefully someone will be blessed by it.
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