Thanksgiving: it was the best of times, it was the worst of times

Captain MaggieMaggie’s second Thanksgiving saw a pretty happy baby and two relatively healthy adults descent into some sort of mehish sickness that plagued us through the holidays. It started with Maggie not really being hungry on Thursday and went to 11 on Sunday.

Maggie’s normal 11-hour sleep day became a 13-hour with a nap pretty much as soon as she woke, ate, was changed. The parents turned in at 8ish on Sunday and awake at 7ish on Monday. Party time.

I won’t go into the details, but it was a pretty shitty set of intestinal issues suffered by all at various times.

Other than that, it was a lot of couch-parenting this weekend (when the blank hit the rotating thing,) not particularly something I’m proud of but we managed to survive in situations where at least once I had to determine when I could put Maggie into her crib by whether I thought I could use my core muscles at that moment or would have to change drawers.

We did manage to head over to Shopryland, forgetting it was Black Friday. We went just to see the lights at the hotel, and what we saw was a mile and a half long traffic snarl.

Maggie at Opryland Lights. Although it may look as though she's abandoned there, she is looking at her mom 4 steps away and was wandering around by herself.

Above: Maggie looks at the plastic chain and mom

When we finally made it to Maggie had about as much fun playing with a plastic chain as with looking at the light displays.

This weekend also saw Maggie falling asleep in both of our arms, which was cute, but both times was to take an otherwise ticked off sleepy baby and force her to be calm. This wasn’t much of a struggle, but when we’re out past Moo’s bedtime it’s grab and hold or watch the baby descend into madness.

Also we managed to get her a tricycle, but have not had a chance to play with it yet.