Gobble Gobble!

We travelled to Dallas for our Thanksgiving Feast. Little traffic, a one hour nap, and a 15 minute pit stop made the trip wiz by. Seb kept yelling poop, poop! So we decided to see if he'd poop if he got out of the car. Fat chance! Here he is tricking us:

Somewhere in the middle of central Texas I made mom and dad pull over!!!

Seb chasing me in the middle of a construction zone

Little Zeekers looks soooo big already and he is almost back to his birth weight. He's eating like a champ. I fed him Friday and he gulped chugged down 3 oz within 5 minutes! You're ready for college, son!

2 weeks and 2 days old

Ending the night happy

This was the best pic I could get of the two cousins. Seb was soooo squirmy!

Ciocia Agnes daydreaming of her own little one, one day

We spent Thanksgiving with Cioca Agnes, her boyfriend Jeremy, Ciocia Anka, Cioca Evone, Uncle Gavin, Zeekers and Babcia Monika. What a great visit. We all made something for the table. Chocolate pie was a hit once again.  And I even made my own stuffing this year!  Pat absolutely loved it so I will try to perfect it next year. Pat and Gavin smoked a real fake Cuban that Pat and I smuggled across the Mexican border during our Playa del Carmen excursion.

Jail free!

Also, Gavin had a 30 year old scotch (bottled in 1996) he was holding onto to bust open with his late dad. It was a gift from his mom and was distilled and casked when Gavin was born. Since Grandpa Roger died a few years ago (prostate cancer) he decided to share the celebration with Pat and Jeremy. Half the bottle was gone before the end of the night. Although Seb didn't drink any, he sure is acting like it in this pic:

I can't see the camera!

1966, that's no typo!

About dang time!

Seb is officially done with the play pen. Or should I say, we're done with it. He woke up Thursday night at 4 am and wouldn't go back to sleep. Oh Brother! So we took him into our bedroom and put him in the toddler bed. He finally fell asleep around 5:30 am. We decided to try the toddler bed out again on Friday night. He slept through the night like a champ and didn't wake Pat or me up!  Bye bye play pen!!!  Just another little thing that makes me feel bittersweet about my baby growing up.

Seb had way too many sweets, AGAIN. Babcia spoils him rotten. The minute we walked in he asked for a pop pop (lollipop). I have her to thank for introducing him to those. I even put away the candy bowl and he threw a tantrum (these are occurring more and more frequently each day now) because he knew it was in the drawer. Sheesh kid. You're getting too smart! Speaking of smart, when we got home he was asking for Djuice (juice). I told him that we didn't have any so instead of tantruming, he walked to the pantry and pointed to the peach cup. He's so clever! He realized that there was juice he could drink out of there! Can you tell how proud I am of my problem solver?

That's me! 

When we returned, Daddy made Seb a little work bench for him to play with while in the gaaaarg (garage). Oh! He was so excited and it kept him busy for a whole hour!!!

Dad, a real aaamer (hammer)!!!!