You know what's nice about having a newborn at Thanksgiving? Everyone else does all the work. We had dinner at our place, under the condition that I wasn't gonna do a damn thing. It worked out pretty well. My brother Ray made the turkey. Between Gracie, Pedra and my mom, all the side dishes and desserts were taken care of. Oh, and Isabel " ( Read more... )

 
( Isabel looked at the infant with a frown. 'Nahh. Don' wan' it.' She shook her head at her mother. 'Take back baby.' )

Argh, two-year olds.

Isa's at that pushing-the-boundaries stage.

Mike's Uncle Danny arrived today from Ireland for Thanksgiving. Him and Mike tend to get all loud and yelly, but Isabel likes her "Unca Danny" a lot and we don't get to see him that often, so hopefully it'll be a good visit.

Thanksgiving was good--loud, a ton of food, lots of kids running around. Isabel learned to say turkey and pumpkin ("tookey" and "poonkin"). She also ate too much pie and puked on Mike. Oh, the memories.

Thanksgiving was, for the first time in awhile, relatively normal. Selene and the Spawn were there, but the kids played outside and she was quiet, seemed a little ill actually (oh my god, I bet she's pregnant again!) Mike got stuck with Raymond and David in the living room watching football-even though it's not really his thing, I think he enjoyed ( Read more... )