First, I got to meet my niece Hannah, already a year old, and my nephew Jake, who was born in September.
Jake was so excited to meet me that his bowels filled with joy.
Which left no more room for poop.
So he had a spectacular blow-out--in my arms. This was his first blow-out of such grandeur, and I am proud to have helped.
I am grateful I chose to carry him at that time with his backside facing out.
Also, I am grateful for the 1st annual Cooper Turkey Trot. By hosting a private 10K, we saved a collective $75 and slept in 3 extra hours.
I am grateful I got 3rd place. Even though there were only 3 runners.
I am grateful my dad worked hard to produce an incredible Thanksgiving dinner. And I'm grateful it made him tired so we could take this funny picture during games.
I am grateful we got to be there for Jake's baby blessing. And that in Phoenix it is warm enough to wear short sleeves in November. WHY do I live in Iowa?
Isn't my family adorable?
Last of all, I am grateful that Isaac's mouth is, indeed, too small to swallow a baby.