Happy Thanksgiving!

Mitchell enjoyed his first Thanksgiving with his Grandma and Grandpa Reeder in Idaho. Todd's Uncle Larry took us for a ride in his plane. I had my first Black Friday shopping experience. I went with my sister-in-law, Kisha. I think I'm a convert! I got some great deals. Mitchell did great on the trip both to and from. He slept the whole time except to eat once. Thanksgiving was yummy, except I forgot the sugar in the Pumpkin Pie. Whoops. Everybody needs a pie story, right? It was very enjoyable to spend Thanksgiving with each other, Warren's family, and Todd's parents. Ohhh....cute!

Todd enjoying Thanksgiving dinner.
Enjoying a plane ride in Uncle Larry's homemade plane.

Mitchell with his Great Grandma Leighton. Not Mitch's best picture.
One of my favorite parts of visiting Todd's family is getting to visit one of my best friends, Natalie, who lives in Nampa. She and I were roommates at BYU-Idaho. Love you Natalie!

Mitch sporting his BYU gear for the Big Game!

Go BYU!

This is what I do...

Mitchell is already 3 months old! Time is going by crazy fast. We are enjoying every minute. He is a little over 14lbs and 24.5" long. That means he is in the 75% for both height and weight. For a while now, Mitch has been obsessed with sucking on his hands. Most of the time, he cannot keep a pacifier in by himself. Of course the woman who has a degree in speech therapy and is anti-thumb-sucking is blessed with the kid that can't keep a pacifier in on his own. Let's be honest, breaking the pacifier habit is a lot easier than breaking the sucking hands/thumb habit. He just thinks the pacifier is an obstacle to the good stuff. What's a girl to do? C'est la vie I suppose. I'll try to raise a child who doesn't suck his thumb for so long that it interferes with his proper socialization. In the meantime, here are some pictures capturing this oh so precious skill of our child.



And some more pics just for fun...

Todd's solution to prevent Mitch from watching the television.

Mitch was so tuckered out from not taking a nap at church that when I set him down to go change my clothes, he was asleep by the time I came back! Oh, and he sleeps with his eyes partly open sometimes. I think he has repressed memories of the forceps yanking him out of my body. He's on the lookout!
Look at that face! Notice the slobber-sleeves...hmm, wonder what that's from.