As usual, the family converged on Hilton Head for Thanksgiving at my sister's. My first year without tiny marshmallow salad, yeast rolls, or chocolate pecan pie, and I think I did OK. No meltdowns, temper tantrums, or broken dishes. However, we were all too busy adoring the 10-month-old covered in strained peas to fight with each other.
This is how my nephew looks at his mother. It is a good thing he's my sister's and not mine, because I cannot imagine having to say no to a child that looked at me like that. I think my insides are made out of tiny marshmallow salad.
dear me! he has gotten absolutely adorable. i think i could have 10 of them if they look like that.
ReplyDeleteYou must eat his toes at once...with marshmallow salad!
ReplyDeleteI can't believe he's 10 months. I remember when he was born. He's so yummy.
ReplyDeleteAnd kudos, for sticking strong on Thanksgiving. I'm proud of you. I know how hard it is!
How grand to learn you are a blogger!
ReplyDeleteHeh. You'll start breeding and then we'll all be like, "Where'd Kelly go?" "I think she went for a drink. IN GUAM." With a face like that staring at me, I think I'd start breeding too.
ReplyDeleteAs much as I adore him, it's not enough to make me want to have one of my own. It's nice to hand him back to his mother when he's screaming/sick/covered in something distasteful.
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