thanksgiving

 

I think there is an expiration date on pictures. Or an allowable time to post them. Forgive me for not getting these up sooner. We have been making holiday presents.

And I have been trying my hand at sewing. A brief word to the sewers out there:
A screwdriver will not and can not double as a seam ripper. I’m just saying.

Thanksgiving was everywhere. We went to Peabody. We went to New Hampshire. We all shared a bed. Not intentionally. It just worked out that way. Ever try to sleep in pack-n-play?

Me either.

And for that matter, neither would Henry and Sophia. So the five of us were in bed.
(Yup – Cappy too)...

The day we left I made an apple pie – and had a few slices left that didn’t quite fit in the pie (it was bursting out of its crust as it was…) so I just tossed them in the trash and went about preparing.

A few minutes later the twins were quiet.

They, in essence, became dumpster divers. Sad that at such a young age I cannot keep them adequately fed.

Don’t you love this picture? They were almost saying “hey, what’s wrong with these slices – they’re perfectly fine!”

Then Sophia fell asleep in her high chair. Sitting up. 

Too bad no one thought to bring a high chair….we spent the holiday….er…holding them. But not really ‘holding’ as they are too interested in everything to be held. It was more like we restrained them while eating quickly.

FYI the shutter speed is correct on this shot of Tony and Sophia. He was really eating that fast.

“No, really no seconds thank you.”

They did stay still long enough for a heavenly photograph though. Seriously.

Couldn’t you just eat them? Sophia, we are finding, is in the running for baby with the longest legs (which is kind of funny, if you think about it). So I had to make her black leggings to wear underneath her “dress” which was more-or-less a long top on the fly.

Miss long-legs.

And we managed to scare up a relative to take a belated family photo (who has thumbs – Cap has volunteered multiple times, of course).

And a parting shot showing Mr. Fuzzy head. After four nights of him cuddling him and trying not to sneeze whenever he moves, I have determined he has the softest hair ever.

Oh – and the bluest eyes too.