Your First Thanksgiving
Dear Little George,
I haven't taken a single hour off since June (I'm saving all of my time for maternity leave) so I was really looking forward to this four day weekend. All I expected out of it was some good food, relaxation, and time to bond with Simon. Lately it seems I never have enough time with him - two hours after work each day isn't enough.
On those grounds this was a very successful four-day weekend. We had a relaxing Thanksgiving dinner at home with the Feefadders. Saturday we actually got out a bit for a trip on the CalTrain up to the mall to buy Simon some Hanukkah gifts at Barnes and Noble. Today Simon and I went to see a movie in the theater (the one about the magic toy store). Sadly, he burst into tears from exhaustion at the very end and cried more in the parking lot because we don't drive a sports car (he was asleep a few minutes later).
Simon and I have slept together, sat on our arses together, and snuggled more than ever before. Unfortunately, we have also have been having fevers together, a hard time breathing, coughing all night long, and emptying nearly all of the tissue boxes in the house together.
But bonded? Yes we are.
What I'm most thankful for this holiday is that you stayed inside. I've been pretty desperate to evict you (I'm incredibly uncomfortable) but since you stayed in during this bad cold, you deserve at least a week of no complaints.
Love,
Mama
P.S. Sorry for the coughing. I know you don't like it.