Sunday, 9 October 2011

Thanksgiving 2011

Sunday, October 9th 2011. Thanksgiving. A wonderful day filled with food and family. My poor Abby. Following a week of fevers and teething pain we come to today. You were not happy tonight my love. I believe a combination of hunger and being tired were the culprits. Myself, Rick and Ang made dinner tonight for everyone. The second we put Abby in her highchair she resisted and wanted out. No food, no mom. Just cry! So she went for a nap. She did not sleep. After much crying, she came back to the table to eat some broccoli and cheese. Not your most filling Thanksgiving dinner. Night was cut short so we could put her to bed. Poor girl. Lets hope tomorrow is a more happy fullfilling day for you angel. Kisses from mom. a domani

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