Happy late Thanksgiving, everyone! I hope you had a lovely day, however you may have spent it. We hung around in our pajamas and tried to get Blaise to watch the parade. Can you tell we don't watch much TV?
She wandered off after about 2 minutes. Commercials are loud and confusing; coloring is fun. We went back for the dog show, which she liked better. Really, who doesn't like the dog show?
Blaise was very interested in the turkey but refused to eat any. She also didn't want stuffing or mashed potatoes. The big hit, as was the case last year, was Aunt Kate's mashed turnips and carrots. This traditional New England dish is sort of the gefilte fish of Thanksgiving: only one person really likes it, but it's part of the tradition, so everyone takes a little to be polite. Well, Blaise loves it. So turnips and carrots and a big slice of bread were her Thanksgiving dinner. She also ate some pumpkin pie and was all about the homemade ice cream. (She kept whispering "Andrew make it. Make ice cream." Learning that he can make ice cream puts Andrew in a whole new light.) The rest of us ate too much of everything.
As for thanks, Blaise's ability to articulate which foods she wants, eat whatever she chooses (even if it's mashed root veggies), digest most of that properly and then run around the house while we try to finish eating pretty much sums up what we're thankful for. A lot of smart, skilled people worked very hard to get her there. We will never be able to thank them enough. We are also incredibly grateful to our amazing friends and wonderful family, who were our support and strength along the way. Thank you.
