First Thanksgiving

Well, Troy has survived his first Thanksgiving. My brother and his family came up to see him, so my wife decided to cook a good-sized spread to feed everyone. As always, there was food to spare, but some of us did our part to make a decent dent in it anyway. I mean I don’t like turkey very much, so any reduction in leftovers and having to repeat this event every day for a week is welcome.

Troy also gorged himself. My wife was determined that he should eat just like we did, so she mashed up bits of our dinner and fed it to him. I bet it was like a taste explosion for him. Mashed potatoes, candied yams, broccoli, stuffing, pumpkin pie. All new, all coming one right after another. He tried so many new things that I imagine the band around his diaper is feeling a bit tight. All he needs is to have his onesie unzipped, his hand down the front of his diaper, be stretched out on the couch, and close-liddedly watching football in the background; and he'll look like I do!