Monday, November 28, 2005

The cuteness...makes...me...weak...
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.

6 comments:

  1. dear me! he has gotten absolutely adorable. i think i could have 10 of them if they look like that.

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  2. You must eat his toes at once...with marshmallow salad!

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  3. I can't believe he's 10 months. I remember when he was born. He's so yummy.
    And kudos, for sticking strong on Thanksgiving. I'm proud of you. I know how hard it is!

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  4. How grand to learn you are a blogger!

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  5. Heh. 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.

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  6. As 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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