Before I get started on all my December activities, I wanted to take a moment to give thanks for all my family and talk about our Thanksgiving this year. Thanksgiving will forever have a special place in my heart because it was a year ago Thanksgiving that I found out I was pregnant.
I spent the majority of our travels last weekend reminiscing about how I felt a year ago and staring in wonderment at my beautiful Guinevere, who at the time was little more than a little bean in my belly and now, here she is, in the flesh, a fully living, breathing, cooing (and sometimes crying) baby. A year ago I was trying to hide the fact that I wasn’t drinking because we weren’t even close to being ready to tell our family. This year, I was able to have some wine with my dinner (spaced appropriately due to breast feeding, of course) and eat whatever I wanted without fear of nausea or heartburn.
We followed pretty much the same routine this year as last year. Aaron and I spent Thanksgiving Day with his mom and aunt near Temecula. My parents drove up to join us as well. It’s so fun having both sets of parents be driving distance now. It was surprisingly warm for late November! All of us were wearing shorts because it was too hot for long pants! I brought a cute little dress for Guinevere to wear, which I cleverly did not put on her until we arrived. And of course, she had to wear a bib all day. My little Mount Vesuvius cannot be trusted with cute clothes. (She usually goes through about 3-4 outfits per day due to spit up).
|Guinevere on Thanksgiving Day|
The next day, Guinevere and I went for a walk at Miramar Lake with my good friend, Corey and her daughter. That night, my parents volunteered to babysit for us and Aaron and I were able to actually have a date night! We drove through fog as thick as pea soup to the movie theatre, where we saw “Argo.” As we walked past the crazy long lines for the new Bond movie, we both commented on how we were glad we chose to see something that’s been out for a bit instead. I am so thankful to my parents for watching Guinevere – our date night was a breath of fresh air.
|At Miramar Lake|
Saturday after Thanksgiving has always been my family’s traditional get together dinner. My cousins, aunt and uncle and grandparents all came down to my parents’ house in San Diego for more turkey, mashed potatoes, gravy, stuffing, etc. Everyone loved seeing Guinevere so much that I didn’t really hold her very much at all! At one point, I looked around the table and had to ask, “Who has my baby?” Turns out my cousin had taken her into the other room to play. By the end of the night, all of us were really exhausted, but happy.
|Saturday after Thanksgiving - her tummy time skills have vastly improved!|
We had a great weekend, but it was also really nice to come home to our own house and have Guinevere in her familiar surroundings.