To Grandmother's House We Go

Who could ask for younger or prouder grandparents? Thomas is adorable, and we have enjoyed the holidays with Paige's family. The grandparents and great grandparents loved watching Thomas' Frankenstein/zombie walk through the house with his arms above his head and side to side swaying. Here is our gratitude entry:

We are grateful for:

Thomas
heat
baby food in a jar
my sisters
parents
gerber daisies
the sun
my brother
friends
good advice
pie
trust
airplanes
wind
smiles
apples
children
kisses
our home
our cars not breaking down for so long
temples
pizza
rainy days
good food
mashed potatoes
flowers
internet
passports
toothpaste
bar soap
deoderant
boyfriends
giggles
chocolate
bananas
neighbors
grass
pretty leaves
pianos
neighborhood turkey bowls
naps

Comments

LeMira said…

I'm interested in knowing more about the "boyfriends" on that list. . .

November 30, 2008 at 7:39 AM

Cami and Juan said…

Your little guy is walking already? I love seeing how you guys are doing since you left Union Square.

December 1, 2008 at 8:16 AM

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