Mom was at 7 1/2 weeks this Thanksgiving. I got jumped around a bit while she was taking pictures at a wedding. It was tiring.
The next day, we all (Mom & me, Dad, and Uncle Kate) were at Grandma and Grandpa's house for a big dinner.
It didn't turn out so big for Mom. She was tired. I wanted her to sleep. I think it was her smallest Thanksgiving dinner ever. I just like food all the time, not just in one big meal.
Mom thinks I'm already trouble. I'm getting blamed for stuff and I'm not even born yet!
Mom got lots of sleep today, though! I bet she's in a better mood tomorrow!
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