Della wore the same dress last Thanksgiving!

Corina’s first Thanksgiving.

Sorry to all the blurry people in the back. As Steve pointed out last night, this is not the first photo taken from this angle.

Della doesn’t like TV.

Smartphones bring families together.

Surprise late night visit from Zach the Mac!

Sumptuous morning after photos.

See how others of my family celebrated Thanksgiving across the country:

New George at the Office

Old George at the Office

Lots of excitement this morning when Corina called to say she might have broken her wrist in dance class. I emailed Steve and said, Have you seen her Instagram? Maybe she hurt it on the swing.

I said, I hope her wrist report is like her snow report from last night. Exaggerated. Conn had to go pick her up from West Po and take her to Urgent Care on Route 1. He said she looked like she was in a lot of pain. Of course we all know he has a tender heart.

Seriously folks, Corina has to wear a brace for two weeks and can’t dance but she still has to go to JV dance team practices for observational purposes. We’re glad Corina is okay. Thanks, Conn, for coming through.

Today was a scruffy day, Della said tearfully in the bath tonight. But it was actually a good day! I stayed home and we went to three parks and played in the back yard and ate snacks. Earlier when Della was in a better mood, she said, “Outside! Inside! Lovies! Friends! Mommy take pictures! Green beans! Hummus! Popsicles! Leaves! Tomatoes! And we went to Old Town.” That’s right! 

George is king of this chair. He gets up in it and reads books, or he stands up and roars and looks taller. Or he shares with his sister!

Speaking of sharing, I have this whole series of popsicle sharing photos.

George: Have some of my book.

Della: Thank you.

Me: Della give him some more popsicle. That’s really cute. I need to take more pictures. Give him some more.

George (signing): More! More! More! More! More!

Della: Okay fine.

Della eating herbs. She goes hard on the herbs. Not meant to be a drug reference. I mean she goes hard on the herbs.

Della: This is my best horse I ever had.

Me: What’s its name?

Della: Bappa Mike.

Me: What does he eat?

Della: Gas. (High-pitched, loving voice) Here Bappa Mike, here’s some gas for you.

George’s head is bigger than Della’s. He likes to walk around carrying one shoe. His favorite toy at the CC is a rubber cow. He has sounds for Mama, Becca, Ezra, dog, woof-woof, quack, hi, and no. 

Grandma and Grandad are back from Uzbekistan! The food there was good if you stuck to the national dish.

Della seems to have gotten over her frustration with being 2 and is entering another golden age. Right now she is babysitting George upstairs. She is eating way fewer inedibles and seems to want to behave sometimes.

The 1-year check-up told us George is still big, tall, and top heavy. George seems to have gotten over his frustration with being alive and is entering his first ever golden age. He is biting less at school. He still wakes up several times at night, and mid-way through ends up in our bed. We completely forgot to teach him to use a fork or spoon, so hopefully there’s still time for that.

Steve just said to Corina, “I remember when Frappuccinos were invented. That’s how old I am.” Corina is dying her hair. We went to a high school bonfire last night and there were chainsaws and masks. Then we went to Outback Steakhouse. I don’t know if Corina is having an authentic American experience, but we sure are.

Classic.

George! George! GEORGE!!! Georgito, Porgie Georgie, Demon Baby, Monkey George.

So happy we made it through, buddy. One, one, one, one, one!!!

I love you, too, baby. You’re welcome for being born. 

We hired a professional face painter. She’s available for children’s birthday parties and weddings.

Everybody was looking good.

And spooky!

Somehow I managed to snap a photo of this little devil. He runs away like I’m trying to steal his soul!

Our oven broke! We had to bake these gourmet cupcakes in neighbor Dorothy’s oven.

Hey Sebastian, you’re next.

It was a rather blustery day.

Too coo’ for the group photo.

Almost all the cousins minus ones really important one.

It was easy to forget I looked like this.

Hero in a half shell!

Shout out to all our peeps in Utah, California, Northern Ireland, and Uzbekistan who couldn’t be here today…

George loved it. I get the feeling he needs this much activity and attention every single day.

Soon everyone got tired.

Except these three. A few seconds later they had the car, the tractor, the tunnel, and the swimming pool up there.

Thanks to Christopher Robin for all his hard-partying good work on this fiesta.

And now it’s time to say goodbye to all our company. 

Love you, Georgie! You’re the absolute best baby a mom could ever have.

Later, skaters.

Why are you still here? It’s over. The blog post is over.