Is there anything better than watching the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade sitting on a couch with a sleeping baby in your lap, a toddler snuggled up next to you on the couch with his Phent, his pillow, and his "covers"?
Yes, sitting on a couch with a sleeping baby in your lap, a toddler snuggled up next to you on the couch with his Phent, his pillow, and his "covers", and a piping hot cup of Starbucks coffee in your hand. Thanks Ryan!!
The coffee was an especially welcome treat after Wesley woke up the whole fam-damily at 5:30. We rolled Charlie's Pack and Play into the bathroom and loaded it up with toys, but we could still hear him. "Water? Mama? Papa? Water? Please? Books? Help? Help please? Uh oh! Help! Help!"
Ryan took him to McDonald's for some Thanksgiving pancakes while I dozed in bed with the Wes-man until about 7:30 when Ryan returned and we took advantage of Ryan's parents' unconditional love of their grandkids and put both boys out into the hallway and closed the door. We woke up just in time for the parade to start and I watched the entire thing in my pajamas, as is my tradition.
(Actually, the dog show is on now, so it's really time for me to take a shower already. Good grief.)
Am I the only one who still gets a little vaclempt when Santa arrives in Herald Square? My goodness I love this parade. Even more now that I have the memory of Charlie dancing along with the Rockettes in his winter wonderland jammies. He had to take a nap before Santa arrived, but he was quite enchanted with the Sesame Street float and the Snoopy balloon (in a shrieking, pointing, jumping kind of way).
Ryan and I have much to be thankful for.
Happy Thanksgiving, everyone! Eat a piece of pie (or three) for me!