My First Thanksgiving

My first Thanksgiving was very nice. We went to Grammy and Grandpa's and Uncle Mark came from California. We visited with friends and I played the piano with Grammy and Dad and crawled all over Grammy & Grandpa's house. We watched a lot of football and I got to stay with the guys while Mom and Grammy went to a movie. Dad said it was a "chick flick" and made me understand that I wouldn't want to go.

The only turkey I saw was the day after Thankgiving when I saw some wild turkeys, along with some deer and some funny squirrels. They were having a lot of fun and I laughed and laughed.

I visited my great grandparents in Canyonville and said hello to all the friendly people.

Sadly, cats still make me feel really awful. I scratch my eyes and my throat feels horrible and my eyes run. So I had a few tough times. I didn't sleep well at night and Mom thinks I might have been teething.

I thought Thanksgiving was nice and Mom has told me that I will like Christmas even better. She has started to play some new tunes and I like a lot of them. She calls it Christmas music. She and Dad talked in the car about whether or not to get a Christmas tree. I am not sure what it is but Mom says that keeping me away from it will be hard. Uh, yeah. Like impossible, Mom.