One, Beginning (a week of firsts)

Thanksgiving is behind us and now we can all look forward to the next onslaught of holiday cheer. Before you rush off to the mall, you should take a minute to see what’s going on out here in the blogosphere. It is so nice and warm and not so filled with Christmas music or people ringing guilt-laced bells.

In support of National Adoption Day, we went to the children’s museum. It was a first for everyone but me and I think they all had a pretty good time.

Gideon officially crawled on Thanksgiving Day. It was way more awesome than the parade, but there were just as many running commentaries. The next month will be spent prying his tiny fingers off of things he should not touch. I look forward to it being exhausting and exhilarating in one long drawn out breath.

It snowed on Wednesday; lots of pretty flurries with a little dusting that hung around until Friday. I think it hindered a few of your trips to see family, but I trust that everyone got where they were going safe and sound. We were keeping warm inside and pointing outside to Gideon. He was much more interested in his teething toy.

This may have been the only time when the dogs have not huddled at the bottom of the grill while a giant bird was cooked inside of it. It was a bit brisk.

We were all glad that Poppy braved the wind to make us some deliciousness, though we are certain that his cold going from bad to near death has something to do with all of the time he spent ensuring the turkey would be tasty.

Gideon ate his very first vegetable on Thanksgiving. He didn’t freak out or even, really spit out much of it. I’m going to try to upload the video of it so you can see what he did do. I’m sure you’ve been eagerly anticipating what our child does when feed peas….right?

It was the first time that all of these people gathered around the Thanksgiving table together. My brother and his wife, Jud sister, my parents, Jud, Gideon and our dear friends from Ohio/Colorado/we met them while we were all in Germany.

This was the first game that Gideon got to watch with Truman. Neither did much watching, but I hope they’ll smile at these pictures together some day.

And the Last. The last time we’ll wear these Husker outfits together (for which Gideon’s shoulders will be happy. This onesie was starting to get a little too tight. Unfortunately Gideon isn’t the only one who’s glad we’re not going to a bowl game. It at least made the decision to get rid of Callahan that much simpler. And we won’t have to prepare ourselves to watch NU loose another game).

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    • Allison
    • November 29th, 2007

    I love the picture of Gideon crawling. I can so easily see him being about 5 or 6 years old there. I don’t know if that makes sense to you, but that is what I thought, he looks all growed up.

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