Abby loves to play dress up. Anything from the butterfly wings I attach to her back with a giant rubber band, to the three-sizes-too-big ruby slippers, to the big fluffy tutu can keep her entertained for longer than any other activity (except reading books...that still tops the list). So the boxes of multi-colored mannequin wigs her Mimi brought home from work were a source of great delight for my little girly girl. And much to no one's surprise, the pink hair was her favorite.Our Thanksgiving holiday is proving pretty relaxing so far, and I'm ever grateful to my parents for forbidding me from doing any laundry, cooking, or extended parenting this week. I'm pretty sure my mom had no idea what she was getting herself into when she offered to do all of our laundry while we're here. These kids can mess up some clothes pretty quickly.
Caleb must have heard us talking about the big Thanksgiving feast coming up, and has decided to sprout his fourth front tooth while we're here. With two on the top and two on the bottom, I'm willing to wager he may be able to out-eat even his Uncle Matt. He's still working on proper crawling techniques, and has managed to lift his belly off the floor and go a couple of feet now and then. But his speedy commando crawling is still a much more efficient mode of travel, and he reverts back to it pretty quickly when the hands-and-knees crawling isn't getting him where he wants to go fast enough, particularly when where he wants to go involves chasing the cat at Nana and Granddaddy's house.
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