Alton Hates Turkey

But he likes doing the laundry.

We are going to have to work on this kid's taste.

My in-laws were here for Thanksgiving week. The baby was a huge hit and so was my bathroom where three of the six adults in the house spent all day on Turkey day throwing up. It wasn't my turkey or underdone stuffing. This stomach bug hit before dinner was served and left 24 hours later. Only three of us ate the meal. The others spent the evening laid out around the living room. Luckily I didn't get sick. Instead I cooked and didn't let anyone touch the baby. Alton's first Thanksgiving was a little lame. But he won't remember it, so it doesn't really matter.

It's no wonder everyone felt like barfing; the temperature was like 70 and sunny. Thanksgiving is supposed to be the gateway to Christmas — snowy, cold, beautiful Christmas. "Over the River and Through the Woods" is the traditional Thanksgiving song and it has cold wind stinging noses and biting toes. Hello — the horse knows the way to carry the sleigh through the white and drifting snow. How do people in California and the South stand this crap?

Now that I'm taking care of a baby, it's harder to finish what I start. Like this blog post, which I started a week ago or more. It's actually been a little chillier the past few days. Not December chilly, more like Halloween chilly. But it's helping. We bought our Christmas tree. It's standing in the living room and finally has some lights and things on it. Two weekends ago, we drove to Sacramento for an indie craft fair. Our aim was to do something Christmas-y and to look for some gifts while we were at it. The fair was small and by itself not worthy of the two hour drive. But the weather was brisk, the part of town was cute, and the company terrific. And for the first time it felt a little like a holiday season of some sort.

We ate in the train car at a Spaghetti Factory. It was good and cheap and in a beautiful old train station. Alton had on his Christmas sweater and looked adorable.

The baby and I have set ourselves the task of getting all the Christmas shopping done this week. Luckily it's easier to shop with a newborn than work on the computer. Here's hoping we can do both.

I will leave you with this picture of Alton and his cousin Will — just a couple of handsome guys hanging out. I will try to get you some more pictures soon — especially the ones of Alton in his Santa Suit 'cause they are CUTE.


Anonymous Sister said...

So sorry about Thanksgiving, but at least Alton put his best fashion foot forward. You're looking good, too. I can tell he's getting bigger...and of course cuter. Can't wait to see the Santa Suit!

7:26 PM  
Blogger Rob And Son said...

We love him!!

7:45 PM  
Anonymous Gabe said...

Cute kid. Seriously. The pic with him and the turkey is classic. Throwing up at your place on a holiday would be a real treat.

6:26 AM  
Blogger The Wifest said...

Come and throw up anytime, Gabe. My bathroom is your bathroom. And that goes for all of you. You should all be planning you New Year trip to San Francisco.

1:26 PM  
Blogger activated charcoal said...

Is the NYC graffiti on the wall courtesy of you or your husband?

2:04 PM  
Blogger Abbi Crutchfield said...

If someone held you over a pan you could easily fit into, with a dead bird inside it, you'd be a little nervous too. Happy Thanksgiving, Merry Christmas, and Happy New Year!

12:45 PM  
Anonymous best friend said...

i believe this photo was taken shortly before Will befouled your borrowed car seat (and that cute arguile (sp?) sweater vest he's wearing) with lots of cheesy puke. Good thing Brian wasn't in the car.

7:32 PM  

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