The Holidays, Part II: Thanksgiving

I’m making my own holiday traditions by posting about one holiday after another one happens. At this rate you might hear about my Christmas after Valentine’s Day! But, I’m really going to try to be better, because I feel like so much is happening and I’m not able to share everything with you it just happens so fast. Right now I’m in Indiana with my Indiana grandparents and we’ve been busy sledding and seeing big cats and opening presents… oh golly, there I go getting ahead of my holidays. I first need to tell you about Thanksgiving.

In the morning, Mama, Daddy and I walked down to ‘Mini Park’ by my house. (It’s called that because it’s named after my cat, Mini.) We walked all around the sand and the logs, and then I showed them my new trick of swinging on a bar. I’ll put the video below in case you want to see it too.

In the afternoon we went to Aunt Stacy’s mom’s house for Thanksgiving and there were a lot of people there. A lot of big people. For the most part I spent the time playing in the office because if I walked around the house I just spent my time looking at everyone’s knees and really – what fun is that? I was kind of nervous that I’d be bored since I was the only kid there, but you’ll see from the pictures below that maybe I was one of the more mature ones there! Everyone talked so much the ‘really big meal’ and ‘ohh, a Turkey….’ that by the time we ate I was over it. There was just so much prep to get the food on the table that sitting down seemed like such a bore. I wanted to play instead. So, I did. Mama and Daddy tried to eat for a little bit but I convinced Daddy that it was much better to play with me then eat. He must have agreed because he ate really fast and joined me for playtime again. I love my dad.

The grown-ups liked eating so much that they stayed at the table and continued to talk to each other. I just can’t figure out what they talk about! I mean, once you talk about what color you’re wearing, where everyone is in the room, and who’s driving the car home – what more is there to talk about? I guess you could always talk about the latest episode of Dora, but somehow I didn’t think those big people with the knees watched that show too.

I pretended like I was tired so that they’d drag me around in my wagon,

but really I just do it because I think it’s cute.

Example #1 of why I might be more mature:
Who has wine and who has a plastic bag on his head?
That's what I'm talking about....

Example #2 of why I might be more mature:
Who is trying to eat my head with a dinosaur?
Enough said.

Here's my trick on the bar. Next up: trying this on more then one bar!