Feliz Dia del Turkey

That's what the lady who takes care of Ezra some mornings told me. She is from the Yucatan Peninsula in Mexico and speaks very limited English. Turkey is one of her words, as well as baby and sorry. Very important. She's wonderful with Ezra, he loves her and she loves him. She calls him Papi and is constantly telling him how handsome he is. It's good for me to keep my Spanish alive, even if it's only asking if he's made a poo poo (hizo caca?).

We had a wonderful Thanksgiving. We went over to a friend's house where 11 odd folks convened, and ate from a bountiful spread. It was a potluck style dinner and fortunately all invited turned out to be excellent cooks. I made a wild rice stuffing and Kristine made a cauliflower bake. Although her dish smelled awful while steaming, the taste turned out well.
Here's some shots from our first Turkey Day as a little family.

To take our dishes over to the festivities we borrowed Ezra's stroller.
Kristine pushed the "Meals On Wheels"

Ezra wore his Chinese vest and was possibly the best dressed. Here he reclines with Kristine and Jason pre-dinner. P.S. Jason is our friend who invited us over, it's his house.

Another one of the men of the house (there are 3) this is Brye, the tallest of the household members. He cooked up some mean dinner rolls and still had time for Tumpky Wumpky.

I wore a necklace and Ezra was obsessed with it. I had plenty of reading material to distract myself from the hunger pains (they said we'd eat at 2, we didn't sit down til 4!).

My favorite shot! Ezra got his hands on this Uke and was thrashing! Doing the splits too, he is a true rock star. One shoe as he favors.



Look at the curve of that cheek!

Gets some attention from Brye.

Does a quick 180 to get some lovin' from Sarah.

Monty the Moose oven mit is an old favorite. Look at those rosy cheeks!

After the feast. So delicious. Ezra ate a lot of mashed potatoes and stuffing. He took a nap promptly after dinner. A complete success.