Thanksgiving.

Some highlights and fun memories from Thanksgiving 2013...

George had an explosion of.. well... let's just say an "explosion," on the road down to Houston.  On Thanksgiving day.  The only place open between Fort Worth and Houston on Thanksgiving day is a McDonalds in Buffalo, TX.  The Buffalo, TX McDonalds doesn't happen to have a baby changing station, so George and I made a Thanksgiving memory in the freezing cold McDonalds parking lot.  I'll spare you the picture, though you better believe I took one.

Things calmed down substantially once we arrived.  We were so glad to be in Houston to celebrate our beautiful niece's 2nd birthday.

We love you, Lyla!

 We soaked up all the family time.

All the cousins (except napping George) and Lyla's birthday party

Ben played all by himself with Nana and Papsy's train for hours and hours.  All the other kids were outside, and we couldn't tear him away from that train.

There was dancing...

Drew is always the life of the party.

 Beautiful mothers & daughters...

Some of us napped...

 Most of us relaxed...

I made cranberry sauce.  Like from actual cranberries and orange zest and cinnamon and syrup.

Mostly, we just enjoyed being together...

7.6

You, George David are 7 months old!  Well, technically7.6 months old today, but close enough, right?

I intended to take 7-month pictures about three weeks ago, but I accidentally turned your white onesie pink in the wash.  Then we went to Houston, then you had a cold (which progressed into your first ear infection), then you had a nasty, full-body rash as a result of a new bath soap (sorry about that one), and then we got iced in and I didn't have the heart to strip you down to your skivvies for a photo-shoot.  So, here we are, almost three weeks later.  You didn't seem to mind.

Showing off all four of those teeth!  The top two are recent additions.

In fact, nothing really seems to bother you.  You are one mellow dude.  You have gotten a bit more chatty this month, though, and you've even started yelling when you really want to get your point across.

We all love to make you smile, but especially that brother of yours.  Ben is so proud of himself when you giggle at him.

Every day, Daddy and I see glimpses of your Uncle Dave in you.  We always stop and go, "Whoa!  That's Dave!"  See?

Speaking of Uncle Dave, you got to spend some time with him during our Thanksgiving trip to Houston. Y'all are becoming fast friends.

Speaking of Thanksgiving, this was your first!  We had a great trip to Houston and all of your cousins enjoyed holding you.  Papsy couldn't believe how sweet and laid back you are.  

The shirt says "My First Thanksgiving," but those belly rolls distort it just a little.

You're still rejecting table food.  The doctor's not harassing me about it since you're nice a plump, and I'm feeling okay about it, too.  Nursing is much easier and requires much less prep on my part, so we'll go with it until you decide otherwise, mkay?

Bath time remains your favorite part of the day.

This month was big for me because you went from two (sometimes three!) middle-of-the-night wake-ups to mostly just one.  I can totally hang with one wake-up.  I know you'll be sleeping through the night completely before too long, so in the meantime I'm enjoying the quite snuggle time.  You usually wake up right around 3am, and I nurse you and change your diaper and you go right back to sleep without any protest.

We are enjoying the heck out of you, our littlest boy.

All 7.6 months with you.