Thanksgiving

My dad is going to kill me for posting this, but it is the quintessential silly dinner time I grew up loving. Clearly, Dalia is carrying on the tradition with Pops. Just some background, Pops is gobbling like a turkey. Dalia's just being Dalia. For the record, and the second year in a row, Dalia was totally disinterested in Thanksgiving dinner. She put most of her dinner in her water cup, which she proceeded to drink and say "yuck" (in the meantime I thoroughly enjoyed my dinner and, as usual, ate way too much). At least this year none of Dalia's food ended up on the floor. She did manage to eat the rolls and some cheese and apple sauce.

We are truly thankful for this blessed life. For our family and our friends. For our health and consciousness.




And while Dalia may not have been interested AT ALL in Turkey day, she is sooooo excited for Christmas. She loves the "mismas yights" we hung around the living room to start the season off.