This is the first Thanksgiving with Noah, and our first Thanksgiving cooking for ourselves, and celebrating it just our little post-nuclear family.

Noah’s ear infection is still bothering him, leaving him crabby, fussy, and sleeping badly, much to everyone’s chagrin.

However, he is still having fun, as the linked video clips demonstrate. The newest games involve knocking things over and dropping them, both of which are accompanied by the word “Ooooooooooohhh.” The funniest is when he announces his intentions first and THEN drops the item.

I think we’re done with baby food. Or close to done, anyway. If we try to spoon feed him something, he pretty much doesn’t want it. But dribble a little on his high chair tray, and he’ll try it. If he can see that we are eating it too, it must be good. As long as he can pick it up and eat it himself.

(Except tiny particles of hamburger. After Grandma shared her burger with him last weekend, Noah horded the particles of meat in his cheeks for about 10 minutes and then dribbled them out on her carpet. So we’re going very light on the meat.)

Thanksgiving dinner turned out well (turkey breast, brown rice/corn casserole, potatos), except for this: I’m calling it a stuffing puck. Noah especially liked the rice dish. He’s also a big fan of mushy carrots.

I think I hear the witter-watter of a little whine.