We've been neglecting the blog in preparation for Thanksgiving week. Mama put Henry to work making pumpkin bread (and yes, those are chocolate chips).
Mama was so excited that she went three days without sleeping (not her choice). Things were pretty rough after the third day. It didn't help that SOMEBODY in a little flowered dress and green sweater wasn't sleeping well either. Luckily some Tylenol PM helped get her back on track.
I helped out by preparing some meals.
To make sure we all stay in tip top shape, I gave Georgie a check-up. First, I listened to her heart.
Then I checked her blood pressure.
We've taken to putting the baby on the table during supper so she can be part of the meal. Plus, she hates to be left alone on the floor. Henry started playing with her and that drove me crazy. So I spent a good deal of the evening declaring him to be in "big twubble" and demanding he "don't touch baby's toes."
Here's the result of all the toe touching. I don't think tights are supposed to fit like that.
I tried to recount the whole ordeal for mama, but ending up apologizing myself for Bubba's transgressions.
