Isabelle's First Thanksgiving

My chubby little turkey was so good for Thanksgiving. I, of course, had been stressing for days (okay...a week) about how she would be with all the traveling, people, changes to her routine, etc. But, all in all, she was on her "best behavior". We left around her nap time and she "chatted" for a bit in the car, cried for a few minutes and then slept for the majority of the trip. Once we got there, she was a little nervous because there were so many people...basically lots of new and "new again" faces (family members she hasn't seen in a while as well as family members she had yet to meet) all coming at her wanting to kiss and hug her. She handled it pretty well, but made it very clear that she wanted her Mommy. Even when Marc would hold her, she would stick out that puffy, little bottom lip and look for me. After a while (a while meaning about two hours) she was willing to let Marc, and even my Zia Valeria, hold her during dinner. She took a measly little 30 minute nap in the pack-n-play upstairs, but was in a good mood anyway. She ate all of her solids, nursed relatively well and even tried to drink some of Daddy's beer at the dinner table. She wasn't as super duper happy as she usually is (actually she was kinda serious), but she cracked a few smiles for everyone here and there. Before we left, I nursed her one last time and put her in the car seat. She cried for a little bit in the car, but eventually fell asleep. Once we got home, I was certain that she was going to wake up when I was transferring her from the car seat to the crib, but it was like putting down a sack of potatoes. Altogether, Isabelle had a great day and I'm a little more at ease about our upcoming trip to Montreal...a little, not a lot!