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Monday, December 5, 2011

The Birdie's First Turkey Day

In order to celebrate with us on Thanksgiving, my brother and sister-in-law, loaded up their three little people and took the long route to our house.
It's a wonder they keep coming - their travels south always seem to spark some travel-devastating natural disaster or bureaucratic notion of improvement.  This time was no different.
I'm so thankful they persevere though because I grew up believing God consulted my older brother when hanging the moon, and the best decision HE ever made was choosing my sister-in-law - moon notwithstanding.
Wren's Maca and Papa, Auntie Em, Aunt Heidi and Uncle Colby joined us as well.  With nine adults, four little people, and five dogs it was a full house, but since I remained burrowed on the couch committed to my role as an all-you-can-eat-buffet, I had a front row seat to laugh at the busyness and be very, very thankful for the joy in our home this year.

The Wren Bird met her cousins for the first time.
Getting used to a new little one is a learning experience, but I can't imagine the learning curve had the Wren Bird had an older brother.  
Each time I went to change the Birdie's diaper my little Mini Man nephew (right) would bolt into her room crying with glee, 
"Is it poopy? Is it poopy?"
Upon his arrival, her Big Buddy cousin (left) solemnly informed the Wren Bird that he was Batman, Mini Man was Spiderman, Little Lady was Wonder Woman, and the Wren Bird would now join them as Catwoman.

While their little boy preoccupation with all things gross and heroic made me laugh, there wasn't anything quite as precious as Mini Man running in saying in distress 
"Baby 'When' is crying!"
or Big Buddy sitting beside me and comforting her, 
"It's okay little Birdie, it's okay."

Mini Man was certain the Wren Bird would love pumpkin playdough.
 Hattie and Pippin realized that little human snack time is their new Mecca.  
Suddenly, the Wren Bird has a future purpose in their lives.

It was a nontraditional but oh-so-fabulous Thanksgiving feast.
The Mister takes his grilling skills very seriously.
"Girls like guys with skills."
 

 Five years ago I was seduced for the first time by the mysterious allure of Black Friday shopping.  
My sister-in-law and mom were there for my tragic lapse in judgement.  
I think we sought solace at Starbucks while I gazed unblinking into the distance and asked if I could sit on my mom's lap.
Never again.
I swore it.
But then...


This was enough to pull me from my air mattress at the 4:00 that still has a "0" in front of it.
It was one of my proudest moments when we stood, first to arrive, in front of the Anthropologie store at 5:20a.

Thank goodness Maca came!
While I was ferociously sifting through ruffles, lacy granny-inspired knits, and whimsically insect-adorned apparel, Maca and Wren protected our treasures and carried our bags.
While trying on clothes three weeks post-baby is about as much fun as spending a summer day in rubber pantyhose, we spent a delightful hour and a half in the Anthropologie dressing room.

We spent the rest of the weekend cuddling on the couch, slowly putting up Christmas decorations, reading books with Big Buddy and Mini Man, listening to Pandora Christmas stations, and working on some fun projects.
The Wren Bird and her Uncle Colby - one of her favorite buddies for warm snuggles.

Chillin' with Auntie Em.

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