casey.ricci.taco: First Thanksgiving

Isaac spent his first Thanksgiving at (Great) Aunt Connie and (Great) Uncle Pete’s house. Both Cousin Eric and Cousin Jill where there, and the food was amazing. Isaac wore his special Thanksgiving shirt (the shirt I’d been pining for since I first saw it last Thanksgiving when I was pregnant). We actually do call him “Turkey,” so it turned out to be very appropriate. Isaac napped through the first part of the meal. While he was sleeping, Pete’s brother Jeff and dad Dick arrived. When Isaac woke up and joined us at the table, he got the chance to meet both of them for the first time. He was delighted to meet Dick, but Jeff, who has a full beard and a booming laugh, was another story. For a while, Isaac just sat in Ricci’s lap, looking at Jeff warily. But then he burst into tears. Jeff took it well, and by the end of the evening Isaac even started to warm to him a little, but only from a safe distance. We will mostly likely not be introducing him to Santa Clause this year. Not only did he have his first interaction with a bearded man, he had his first taste of pumpkin pie, which he loved. He also loved Pete and Connie—enough that he even stayed home with them twice during the weekend, once so Ricci and I could go to a movie, and once so we could go to the mall. He didn’t even seem to notice when we left, though he was pretty happy to see us when we came back, but in a “Hey! Look who’s here!” kind of way, not the crying, blotchy-faced, “Where have you been?” kind of way he’s treated other babysitters in the past couple months. (Sorry Karen!) When we got back to our house and he demanded to be carried around at all times, we realized the full extent of the kind of attention he’d been getting. For about three days he wanted to be held and walked around. Sitting in the rocking chair was barely tolerated, and putting him down on the floor started a full-scale revolt. He’s back to his old self, scooting all over the place, and we’re now looking forward to his first Christmas.