Happy Thanksgiving (a little late)

I hope everyone had a wonderful holiday. We were blessed to spend turkey day with our friends in Kansas City! Thank you to the Knights for opening their home and helping to create some wonderful Thanksgiving memories.
We can't wait for next year:)

Here are some pictures from the big day!

Lane, Robbie, and Catie doing some good cooking!

Max helping Mama make a peanut butter pie. He liked the cool whip the best!

Tugging at his collar like a true man.

Max the builder before getting dressed for the big day!

A light saber is all you need to make a boy's Thanksgiving day GREAT!

Kansas City Turkey

Kansas City Turkey will taste as good as Oklahoma Turkey, right?

About 2 months ago I decided there was no way we were going home for Thanksgiving. It is late this year with less than a month till Christmas and it just seemed like too much traveling for the boy (not to mention his mom and dad).

So here it is the Wednesday before the big day and I'm a little sad. I have been on the phone with Gama (my mom) and Bop (Lane's mom) at least 4 times today and each time I have hung up I've wanted to shed a tear or two. I've been baking and getting things ready for the big meal tomorrow with a sense of melancholy. We are getting ready a traditional night before Thanksgiving pizza and I can't help but think how much better it would taste with the other Nelson Pizza Lovers (aka, Grandpa Ebe).

It seemed like a great idea at the time, not to travel. I am determined that by tomorrow I will be happy and I'm positive we will have a wonderful time at the Knight's home celebrating Thanksgiving.

But tonight, I'm a little sad.

Father's Child

My child just kissed the plastic light saber that he got yesterday from his dad....

He is definitely his father's child.

Max and His Tree

Max and Tree Last November:

Max and Tree this November:

Just Like Mama!

Remember this....November 9, 2006.

Apparently, it is in the genes.

Here is Max with 6 stitches after falling and busting his chin open on the floor. He is not a happy camper.

Progress?

So, the cutest thing just happened and I am neglecting my child for the next few minutes to share.

We have really been trying to head off temper tantrums before the terrible two's start. Whenever we are at home and Max starts to cry about something we tell him he has to go to his room if he wants to have a fit. This usually involves us walking him to his room and continually placing him back in his room as he continues to have a fit. When he is done throwing his tantrum we ask him if he is "all done" and then we usually give some love and hugs.

Well, this afternoon he started to cry and I looked at him and said "If you are going to have a fit you need to go to your room". He stopped crying, looked at me, and then he marched his little bottom to his room. As soon as he got there he started to scream and cry/whine for about 15 seconds. Then he stopped, came out of his room, looked at me and said "all done, hug".

That's progress, right?