Thanks for all of your kind comments on Monday regarding Hannah’s first Thanksgiving. Those of you who said that she must have forgiven me long ago are correct — she mostly doesn’t hold it against me. Every once in a while, though, she brings it up as leverage. Heh.
I can happily tell you that I managed to keep her alive and unharmed for the rest of that year and here she is on her second Thanksgiving.
Oh, that face! It kills me every time. Her hair is longer but you’ll notice there is still no bow. And those chubby hands – I’d love to go back and hold them again. The dress this year was a jumper in blue and green plaid and it had that little white blouse with the round collar and puffy sleeves. So flippin’ cute.
My mom was so excited about giving Hannah her first drumstick – she talked about it for weeks before the holiday. And I recall that Hannah liked it although she does look a little puzzled in this photo. Thinking back on it, she enjoyed the squash and mashed potatoes immensely and I think this is probably the only time she willingly ate dark meat.
While you’re all enjoying these photos of Thanksgiving Past, I’ll be in the kitchen making pie. Apple, mincemeat, pumpkin, chocolate cream and cranberry pecan . . . coming right up!