Yes, know Thanksgiving was a long time ago, but somehow we never got to developing them until just before Christmas, and then they forgot to include the disc in the package, so I had to leave it with them again to get the electronic pictures. I picked it up last week during my heavy grading and didn't get around to posting any pictures during that time and then forgot about it afterward. So here they are. There were a bunch of other pictures of adults, but I'm guessing people in some of them probably wouldn't like themselves portrayed that way on the internet. Oh, and this is post #900 for those who aren't counting (which I hope is anyone reading this). We're now in the home stretch to #1000.
Well, we can start off with the firstborn. To the left, Ethan is doing one of his favorite things: playing with his VeggieTales videos. Don't ask what he's doing with them. He likes to hold them up against each other and compare them. Perhaps he thinks he's using them as symbols for something else. I don't know. We can't figure it out, and he doesn't talk about his inner life. Next is some weird reindeer hat his aunties made him wear at the mall. This one appears because Sam insisted. To the right is Ethan wearing his grandpa's glasses. He loves to wear glasses and to put glasses on stuffed animals, particularly his duck. Of course, the aforementioned trip to the mall was the last time we saw that duck, so we had to get him a new one. After a month without it, he was willing to accept the closest thing I could find to it, even though he knew it wasn't the same duck.
Now we go on to Isaiah. As usual, there aren't as many good pictures of him. Part of the explanation for this is that he doesn't like people to take pictures of him, while Ethan loves it. Part is simply that his aunties didn't see fit to photograph him as much as they did his big brother. That's bias, I tell you. Here he's got his full winter getup on. We don't get out the big jackets very often, partly because it's harder to put them in their car seats but mostly because they can't move around much. You can't see it as well in this picture, but he often has the look of the kid in A Christmas Story who can't put his arms down. It's not quite that bad, but the kid really can't move around much when in full getup. It's best to spare him that whenever we can.
Now here's Mommy's little girl Sophia, awake and asleep. She's turned out to be very adventurous for her age, liking especially to sit up and stand up (with much aid, of course) and talking far earlier than her brothers did. By talking, I mean real vocalizations with actual syllables. She was doing that at two months. Considering that Isaiah hasn't moved much beyond that and only uses occasional partial words right after we've said those words, that's pretty good. She doesn't use sign language, though. She's finally learned to entertain herself for longer periods of time, which means she doesn't have to be held constantly, provided Ethan is not around. He likes to pat her, kick her, and so on, not realizing that her cries are of what he experiences when he feels pain. He just thinks it's a funny cause-effect relationship like when he pushes buttons on his toys to make noise.
Now we get what is amazingly the best shot in the bunch of the spread. There were two other attempts, and both failed remarkably to capture the fullness of fine feasting. What you can see well are some of Sam's dining room decorations, including the huge bay window overlooking the beautiful panorama of the side of our neighbors' house and the shared driveway in between. Without being able to see outside, you might not realize how wonderful the view is. To the sides are Mark and Irem, who joined us for Thanksgiving for the second time (I believe). Isaiah is in his usual position, the only one he'll accept much of the time: in my arms.