This year, we drove over to Spokane to spend Thanksgiving with your Grandma Sue and Erik. You particularly enjoyed pointing out the window at the wild turkeys and chewing on the decorative pine cones.
Normally, this would be followed by 18 rounds of the game we like to call "Don't Eat It!," but after three hours in the car with you, my resistance had been beaten down. I'll say one thing about you: when you're ready to get out of the car seat, you are READY TO GET OUT. You decided you were ready somewhere around Superior, Montana - approximately 150 miles from our destination. At the point this picture was taken, I probably would have let you gnaw on a car battery.
You know what else you didn't like? When your Grandma Sue rigged up an ingenius booster seat out of phone books, then tied you to your chair with a scarf. Oh, the indignity. (Pictured here is Erik's daughter Lisa, who is great fun, and let you feed her turkey).
The only way Grandma Sue could console you was to hold you in her lap and feed you ice cream. If I've said it once, I'm sure I'll say it a million times more on this blog - Grandmas are SUCKERS, and you need to quit using your power for evil.
The food was great, and the company was great. At the end of the day, the girls hopped in the hot tub, where you kicked and played with a rubber duckie and I counted the minutes 'til bedtime.
Love (and Happy Thanksgiving!) -
Mom
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