Foster's First Frost (not a fan)

Foster celebrated his first Thanksgiving with tour-de-Kansas, so that he could visit most of his family for the holiday.  He clearly suffered from tryptophan, which resulted in a 4-hour nap that lasted from Scott City, all the way back to Wichita.  He must have been expecting to go back for seconds, however, since he made sure to stay up late to wait for us to warm up leftovers.  Silly turkey.

We enjoyed our day home together (that we'd been counting down to since I went back to work…those 66 days took way too long, if you ask us):

Finally, we're getting ready for the next big holiday around here -- this includes staring at the tree lights, and falling asleep in trap-door-pj's (He will kill me in about 12 years.  Do I care?  Nope.)

That being said, if you need us, we'll be hiding from the 4 degree mornings in the warmest way possible -- onesies with HOODS (mom is a bigger fan than dad), and contemplating wether or not we'll let this first tooth come in.