Happy Thanksgiving

I just returned from a lovely walk with Bella on a perfect foggy Thanksgiving morning with red and yellow leaves still proclaiming the final days of autumn. She insisted on walking all the way to the elementary school by herself while I followed after with the stroller. She knows the way, turns at the correct streets. She could get there by herself if I’d let her. The last half block before we got there she was so elated with anticipation she was chanting, singing, yelling at the top of her lungs with joy. How could I deny her?

She was sadly disappointed when we got there, though. It’s a wet day, heavy mist over everything still. And though it is not raining, all the playground equipment was wet. I probably shouldn’t have let her climb up at all, the posted notice says not to use when wet. But it was that or deal with screaming toddler. So I let her climb up, realize it was too wet to slide or do much else, and then she asked to go home. No dragging her kicking and screaming necessary.

She consented to ride in the stroller on the way home and fell asleep about half a block from the house. Which would be great except we need to leave soon to go to my brother-in-law’s house for dinner. I suppose I’ll try to move her to the car still asleep; but the likely outcome will be a cranky toddler who’s shorted a major part of her nap. Ah well, the trials of the holidays.

One nice thing: a neighbor getting out of his car wished me a Happy Thanksgiving as we walked by. 

Now to a happy family meal, followed by a party for my youngest niece, Cecilia, who celebrates her first birthday on this her feast day.

I hope you all have a happy and blessed day full of good food, friends and family.