For some family health related reasons, I was out of town the week before Thanksgiving... and flew in that morning. Timed it perfectly (!) to arrive between Jim's annual Turkey Bowl game and the family dinner. The original plan was to fly Wednesday and get bumped a few times, thereby scoring some free plane trips for the year... but snow came and I was happy to stay an extra day. So no free tix, but no snow delays and an extra night with Mom: I can't complain.
Thanksgiving was one of the normal large-family gatherings. There was another babe present, maybe 5 months old? And cute as could be in a little brown outfit, with a matching bib that said something about "first thanksgiving" or "mom's favorite turkey." I can't remember now, but it was cute. I realized, with a bit of a start, that it was Cubby's first Thanksgiving too! So I looked over at my little bear cub, who rips off any sort of bib these days, and who was at the time, under a table growling. Honest. I sincerely feel for this second son, who is equally loved and adored, but has a LOT fewer cute photos to prove it!
He did take a few steps that weekend- his first on his own! They were shaky and only 1 or 2 at a time, but still. He thinks he can walk, and would pull himself up... then promptly fall in the direction he was heading. There's a lot of little bruises this days. He seems fairly determined. Although, I must point out that his crawling is amazingly fast- especially when a "forbidden door" opens. He can be in a bathroom quicker than you can turn your head. And if you call out NO as he heads down the hall, he will put his head down and go faster. Fun times.