It is Thanksgiving weekend and obviously the thing your dad and I are most thankful for is you! It's the third day of my 4-day weekend; I took Friday off so we could hang out. We went to Superstore to look at toys and buy peanuts to lure the squirrels into our yard. The toy part was pretty exciting. There was a Wiggle and Giggle Elmo chair - a vibrating chair that cackles - and you were so into it, sitting there in the middle of the aisle with a big grin on. Pablo, the Backyardigan penguin, was a close second in popularity (first for me), as he sang their very catchy theme song. We ended up taking home a cookie monster doll (which was a 1/10 the price) that you seemed to like. Before lunch and after we took the recycling out, we spent about 1/2 hour playing with the ladybugs out on the boulevard. You did a good job of catching them, even though they got a little out of hand and there were five on you by the end. Too many bugs for me. Naptime was pretty short - about 35 minutes just after lunch, so we had to keep busy. There was a lot of playing and basking in the sun. It was really a gorgeous day, about 21, perfect for all the crazy Rolling Stones concert-goers. (I hope by the time you are old enough to read this, the Rolling Stones have stopped touring and perhaps have died.) Anyway, when your dad came home from work we ate supper then went for ice cream at Dairy Queen. That's always a great way to make your little tummy stick way out!
For some reason, we were all ready to go for breakfast by 7:30 on Saturday, then outta there by 8:30 and off to the grocery store. We got all our groceries and showed dad the toys in just under 2 hours! Yikes! You still ride in the carrier with mom and it's supposed to be good to 25 lbs. so I may keep you in there a while... Anyway, in the afternoon after a 1.5 hour nap (not good but not awful, I suppose...), you grabbed my hand to get out of bed, led me downstairs and got your coat, all ready to go outside. Unfortunately I had to explain that it was raining pretty hard so we couldn't go outside. You didn't look like you really understood so we decided to go to the pool instead. Oh, how you loved it! Even though Nana takes you to swimming lessons every week, I forgot how fun it was to go to the pool. I think you love it more than the park; you would have never taken the first step to leave. You were so brave, walking alone (because you wouldn't let me hold your hand) into the deeper water, making friends with a little 8 year old girl who really seemed to like you, pointing to the big pool to play in the falling water, going down the little yellow slide and the big frog slide with dad, sitting on the red ball that shoots water out your crotch, jumping into our arms from the side of the pool, sitting on the steps, climbing the steps and even going down the steps standing and holding the rail. Then we came home, Nana came over with pizza, we made perogies and turkey and ate our mish-mash of a meal. Mmmm...perogies. You've been loving anything with sour cream. Dad thinks we should just make perogy filling for you and maybe we will with our garden potatoes. So, you skipped your bath last night in favour of playing, but at exactly 7 p.m. you took my hand to go upstairs to bed. How predicable is that? 
Today will be our Thanksgiving supper. The turkey is in the oven, complete with stuffing. You helped eat the celery so I'm guessing you'll like the stuffing with both celery and breadly goodness. I barely remember last year at Thanksgiving. You were so little. Even then you were very unimpressed to be put down so I held you all through the meal. You didn't smear food in my hair then, but you're much cuter now so it's very easy to forgive. Really, this cute thing is pretty overwhelming at times. I look at you and just fill with happiness. You're so happy, chasing dad around the living room and kitchen, yelling 'ahhhhh' when you find him. I really don't know what we did before you, how we made it through the day without so much laughter and smiles and love. It's really that wonderful. Thanks for being such a good girl.
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