Rewind and remember

Pause. Rewind. Remember Thanksgiving?

Yes, it was a few weeks ago, but these speak-for-themselves shots taken during our turkey day beach walk are just too heart-warming not to share...

  

Even if they are a tad tardy.

(P.S. Grandpa Bob was cooking. Nanna Kip was on the watch.)

(And yes, I wanted to caption nearly all of them. But then stopped. Captions not-included. Or necessary, I think.)

Elf expertise

I know - it's been a week since my last post. Busy times. First the DUCF, then an extra day in the BHS office, then trying to get the 2013 Spurgeon calendar to the printer (and no - it hasn't happened yet)... So no Maizey pics. But, I wanted to share some of cousin Molly's creative genius.

And my personal fave...

Not sure what this is all about? See Elf on a Shelf - a great tradition and a perfect good behavior bribery tool for harried parents.

This Elf isn't part of our Christmas tradition... Yet. (M is too young to get it - and I am too lazy to live up to the high bar cousin Molly set.) But, this Elf is.

Movin' on up

Maizey has been making regular visits to the "twos" room at Childtime for about a week. Part of the transition includes regular, dedicated, lights-out nap-times - a HUGE bonus for the easily distracted, never-napping-at-day-care child that I am raising.

Director Kerry sent this over today...

"Your baby girl is sleeping on a cot for the very first time at Childtime!!!!! Isn't she adorable?"

Yay!

Yogurt rocker

What I was greeted with upon returning from work last night...

My daughter sitting on the counter, feeding herself yogurt straight from the container, wearing the same thing she had on when I put her in bed the night prior, and with cuckoo-bananas hair.

Bonus fact? Learning Care Group's CEO visited Maizey's Childtime earlier in the day. 

Nice. Great impression. Dad's excuse? It was pajama day.
Ummm. Yeah.

Papa! (by Maizey)

Not Dada. Papa. Grandpa. 

We had a swell time last week.

He taught me the finer points of wood hauling...

(Namely, don't drop it on your toes.)

And shoveling...

(Not so keen on the white stuff. Or maybe my expression is due to the fact I am sans coat.)

Ipad-ing...

(Elmo, elmo, elmo, elmo...)

Boot-wearing...

(Or not wearing.)

And even backwards dressing/Trenary Toast eating...

(When it was his turn to put my pants on.)

Silly Papa. I love you.

You are what you eat...

Gobble gobble.

Escanaba was fab. Thanksgiving was delish. Here's how the day went (according to Maizey.)

I slapped the bird. 

 Orchestrated Papa's cooking.

Watched dad wake up,

And then keep Mom company in the kitchen.
(Eyes O-P-E-N please, Dada.)

Mama was in charge of the stuffing (and chose to add sausage).

And the gobbler (but Papa took care of the brining).

Pete and Gram were on second shift.

While I slept (see monitor - to the right of Mr. American Indian).

When I awoke, the table was set and we got down to business.

(After a beach walk - pics to come.)

"What, no wine in my sippy? Sham."

But, I really enjoyed dinner. Though I ate most of the meal in the kitchen while I helped Grandpa (Papa) carve the bird. Favorites? Stuffing and white meat poultry. 

In two years we'll work on the family photo.

So much to be thankful for!