Happy Thanksgiving!

Little Man's first Thanksgiving is here, kicking off my favorite time of year. I can't wait to do all the fun holiday things with him and Husband that I have always daydreamed about doing with my own family.

I'm so thankful for my son. He's obviously pretty awesome since I can be thankful for him all the time, even right this very second.

When it's 3:34 in the morning on Thanksgiving.

And he's awake. In his swing. Grinning at me.

Again.

Guess he's eager to start the holidays, too.

Baby's First Trip to the Theater

No...I'm not taking my not-quite four month old to the theater. I'm going to take him next year, close to his first birthday, to see this:



I grew up on that silly old bear, and I am thrilled that Little Man will, too.

Grins and Giggles

"When the first baby laughed for the first time, the laugh broke into a thousand pieces and they all went skipping about, and that was the beginning of fairies. And now when every new baby is born its first laugh becomes a fairy. So there ought to be one fairy for every boy or girl."
--Peter Pan, Act I

Little Man has been smiling for awhile now, but a few days ago we heard his first real, honest-to-goodness laugh. It is quite possibly the best noise I have ever heard. It's a deep, throaty chuckle, and he laughs with his whole body. No high pitched giggles for our Stinker.

Which makes me think that his fairy doesn't dart around lightly like most fairies do. His fairy probably makes himself comfortable on a toad stool somewhere and munches on bits and pieces. Much like Little Man himself.

Trick Or Treat Trauma

I can't believe that Baby's First Halloween has come and gone. For our Halloween weekend we dressed Little Man up like his dad and took him to Husband's work for a children's program on Saturday. Little Man and Husband were adorable clones in their button down polos and jeans, and the costume was a big hit with Husband's colleagues. Little Man felt right at home at his dad's office, and was loved on by many people who had waited anxiously for his arrival throughout my entire pregnancy. We had so much fun--unfortunately, Halloween night was not so fun.

We live in a neighborhood with lots of children. Unfortunately, Husband had to work on Halloween night so I didn't answer the door for trick-or-treaters since I was home alone with Little Man. We had over a dozen knocks and every time a little ghost or goblin banged on the door, Little Man freaked out. The knocks continued on well past Little Man's bedtime of 9:30, and then just when he had FINALLY fallen asleep, someone set off fireworks right outside. Needless to say, we were up well past the witching hour.