This Thanksgiving was quiet.
Our usual full house was empty, with just a shivering pup under an electric blanket.
|"Ugh! This hairdo is not cutting it. I'm freeeezing."|
We met a few family members at the Ponderosa; oh how I appreciate the Ponderosa for cooking a wonderful Thanksgiving dinner for us to enjoy!
We sat at a table in the back and it was nice.
|pop pop and marissa|
Me: Happy Thanksgiving, Marissa.
Marissa: (excited and even shaking) Grammy, tomorrow Santa is going to sneak into my house and hide presents for me under the Christmas tree.
Me: Umm, I think Mommy meant next month... after Thanksgiving Rissie.
She told Santa over and over again, "please bring me a Bouncing Baby Babbles..."
And then the real Santa showed up...
"Santa, can you bring me a bouncing baby babbles?"
Her conversation with Santa was priceless! She gave him a big hug before he went to have his dinner at the back of the restaurant.
|me with my #2 son, Justin|
It was a good day. A quiet day.