Happy Thanksgiving everyone.
I hope everyone is happy, healthy and on their way to being well fed.
We are at my sister's family's place in the eastern U.S. Yes, we took a chance and decided to drive somewhere on baby Nathaniel's third week of life.
It took us 10+ hours, but we made it, and the little tyke was a champ. He slept most of the way, waking to be fed by a bottle of his mother's pumped milk, and then would drift back off to sleep.
Minimal crying. What a great kid – already!
My sister and her husband, Rob, were dear enough to vacate their own room for us and the baby to sleep in, nurse and otherwise treat as if we were staying at some exclusive bed-and-breakfast. The only thing missing is breakfast in bed, and my sister, Lee Ann, would not bite on that one, although I tried.
I'm lucky she didn't take a swing at me.
Her three children, Kate 13, Chris, 10, and Trey, nearly seven, were beside themselves with excitement to greet their new cousin. Meanwhile, Michelle and I paced around like a pair of nervous Nellies, fearing that the cold that had run through their house would make its way to our child. Lee Ann would not let that happen, of course, but we fretted anyway.
The children were so cute with their new cousin. They stumbled over each other, and jockeyed for position, craning their necks and contorting their bodies, climbing on to tables and chairs, t get a better look at their new cousin. They held him and smiled. They patted his downy head. They stroked his back.
They seem really interested in the little guy.
Besides that, it also means I don't get beaten to a pulp like I've been in past visits.
In this instance, it's nice to be an afterthought.
So, on this Thanksgiving, surrounded by family and graced with an adorable baby boy, we feel truly thankful. And blessed.
We hope you feel the same.
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