Happy Thanksgiving!
The stuffing is in the turkey, the turkey is in the oven, and the giblets are simmering away on the stove top. It must be Thanksgiving. We watched the parade this morning. Henry was semi-into it this year. He enjoyed playing the drums along with some of the showtunes/marching bands. He got pretty wound up until he stepped on one of toes wrong. After a bit of a crying jag he settled onto the couch with a bowl of Honeybunnies and his brand new pair of Lightening McQueen slippers (courtesy of Grandma) and convalesced for about 30 minutes. Then he was off again, a slight limp not being much of an obstacle. He hasn't stopped since.
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Also: Happy Thanksgiving everyone!