Our first Thanksgiving, I threw everything up because I was pregnant with Vash. We split the day between our sides of the family. Spent the morning with my side, watching parades and eating a lunch thanksgiving. Then we went to Craig's side for dinner thanksgiving and a movie. It was the Bond one... Quantum of Solace. Horrible.
The next year, Vash was about four months old and we hosted Thanksgiving. Nana and Papa had to go to New York for a dental conference and my grandparents went to Payson. I Hate Payson. Wont go back. So my parents came over and we had Thanksgiving at our home. That was the first year we went to the Zoo. Just Craig, Vash, and me. He liked riding on Craig's shoulders and seemed to enjoy looking at the animals. It was kinda fun making dinner. Trying some new things, making some old favorites. I look forward to doing that occasionally as the kids get older. Vash, who was toothless, got to try his first mash potatoes and pumpkin pie squares.
Last year, I was pregnant with Rhyla and we spent the day with Craig's side. Vash actually had teeth and was super excited to eat anything he wanted. Spent the morning at the Zoo of course. That was the first year we fed the giraffes. Vash giggled and smiled to no end. Loved those big purple tongues.
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