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Excuse me while I bask in the joy of today. It was a good day. About noon we went up to Uncle John & Aunt Julia's house, there to enjoy Thanksgiving dinner. It's become a yearly tradition for us and I am so, so glad. The company is wonderful. The events are silly and fun. The conversation is great. The food is incredible, and always tempts me to eat more than I should (but if I do, I feel bad, physically). This year, I ate just as much food as I could handle and no more, and loved every bit of it (if the turkey had been any moister, we might have had humidity problems - it was GREAT), and then when we went home we left with a goodly supply of leftovers including some of the stuff I'd not gotten to try. WIN.
Drew was cute and sweet and ate a bit of this and that. A bit of black olive, which made him decide he was hungry and needed to nurse, which is when he realized he can't do that with a mouthful of black olive...cute and funny. Some melon, which he has had before and loves (cantaloupe, though he quite likes honeydew, too). Turkey, of course. Some mashed potatoes. A bit of sweet potato. And tastes of the filling from the pumpkin and apple pies. He also got a great prezzie in the form of this fridge toy which he played with briefly and seemed to like (then we moved so as not to block the fridge on Thanksgiving, and several of the adults ended up also playing with it over the course of the afternoon, hee!).
Their new schnauzer, Lulu, is cute but did cause us some consternation - Drew was the first baby she'd met, and she barked and at one point growled at him. Aunt Julia scolded her firmly and by the end of the evening she was ignoring Drew - not in the sulky way that worries me, like a dog is about to snap, but just like she'd decided that he was best treated as an odd bit of furniture. At one point she was lying next to me on the couch while I held a sleeping Drew (she'd been there first, and by this point her behavior had reassured me), and she lifted her head and sniffed him and then looked away, disinterested. Hopefully it will stick and she will be okay with him (and other little ones!) on future visits, but we'll see. I was a bit alert any time she was around, even after she calmed, obviously, and I didn't let Drew touch her (he tends to smack at times instead of petting, and I didn't care to see how she'd handle that) - but I don't think I did too bad coping with it either. Drew had no specific worry at all - he was clinging to me when we arrived, tired and overwhelmed, but he didn't cling to me any more when she was barking or growling. I did draw him closer to me during one episode when he was crawling happily on the rug and I wasn't sure what she'd do, but he was pretty zen about it.
Every year we do a silly game to win the "turkey trophy" for the year. This year it was turkey bowling, using stuffed turkeys to bowl over holiday-themed "pins" of paper. Cute, and fun. Attempts to get Drew to crawl into the pins failed, but he did enjoy watching the game, as far as I could tell.
At one point, Drew crawled under the coffee table to explore its (fancy, and honestly quite interesting) iron legs. I was watching closely because he is standing now and I just saw bad things here - especially as the coffee table is glass and I wasn't sure its presence had registered. Sure enough, after feeling the central knob at the joining of the legs, he decided to use it to pull to standing. I was ready to block him but he did it so slowly I wasn't worried about injury - I just let it happen. Up, up...into the glass, very lightly. He looked baffled and fascinated as he slowly tipped his head back. I wish I'd had a camera to hand, except I wouldn't've used it as I was ready to do something if he did hurt himself. But the puzzled, fascinated look, the baby face pressed partway up against the glass, the body language...it was hysterical, and very very cute.
I would have liked to stay longer, and we would have been welcome, but we'd failed to double-check supplies and the last diaper change used up our wet wipes. We've already planned a different packing method to make sure we don't get into that situation again, but it seemed like a good cue to come home. And we were there five hours - a lovely visit, all in all.
Drew was cute and sweet and ate a bit of this and that. A bit of black olive, which made him decide he was hungry and needed to nurse, which is when he realized he can't do that with a mouthful of black olive...cute and funny. Some melon, which he has had before and loves (cantaloupe, though he quite likes honeydew, too). Turkey, of course. Some mashed potatoes. A bit of sweet potato. And tastes of the filling from the pumpkin and apple pies. He also got a great prezzie in the form of this fridge toy which he played with briefly and seemed to like (then we moved so as not to block the fridge on Thanksgiving, and several of the adults ended up also playing with it over the course of the afternoon, hee!).
Their new schnauzer, Lulu, is cute but did cause us some consternation - Drew was the first baby she'd met, and she barked and at one point growled at him. Aunt Julia scolded her firmly and by the end of the evening she was ignoring Drew - not in the sulky way that worries me, like a dog is about to snap, but just like she'd decided that he was best treated as an odd bit of furniture. At one point she was lying next to me on the couch while I held a sleeping Drew (she'd been there first, and by this point her behavior had reassured me), and she lifted her head and sniffed him and then looked away, disinterested. Hopefully it will stick and she will be okay with him (and other little ones!) on future visits, but we'll see. I was a bit alert any time she was around, even after she calmed, obviously, and I didn't let Drew touch her (he tends to smack at times instead of petting, and I didn't care to see how she'd handle that) - but I don't think I did too bad coping with it either. Drew had no specific worry at all - he was clinging to me when we arrived, tired and overwhelmed, but he didn't cling to me any more when she was barking or growling. I did draw him closer to me during one episode when he was crawling happily on the rug and I wasn't sure what she'd do, but he was pretty zen about it.
Every year we do a silly game to win the "turkey trophy" for the year. This year it was turkey bowling, using stuffed turkeys to bowl over holiday-themed "pins" of paper. Cute, and fun. Attempts to get Drew to crawl into the pins failed, but he did enjoy watching the game, as far as I could tell.
At one point, Drew crawled under the coffee table to explore its (fancy, and honestly quite interesting) iron legs. I was watching closely because he is standing now and I just saw bad things here - especially as the coffee table is glass and I wasn't sure its presence had registered. Sure enough, after feeling the central knob at the joining of the legs, he decided to use it to pull to standing. I was ready to block him but he did it so slowly I wasn't worried about injury - I just let it happen. Up, up...into the glass, very lightly. He looked baffled and fascinated as he slowly tipped his head back. I wish I'd had a camera to hand, except I wouldn't've used it as I was ready to do something if he did hurt himself. But the puzzled, fascinated look, the baby face pressed partway up against the glass, the body language...it was hysterical, and very very cute.
I would have liked to stay longer, and we would have been welcome, but we'd failed to double-check supplies and the last diaper change used up our wet wipes. We've already planned a different packing method to make sure we don't get into that situation again, but it seemed like a good cue to come home. And we were there five hours - a lovely visit, all in all.
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