Violet's first Thanksgiving was great. Dad, Mom, Violet and Jagger walked the Turkey Trot with Deanna and Jay. Grandpa Ned drove in from The Woodlands, and we all went to Jim and Andrea's for the feast.
We decided to try Violet on "regular" table food, and what better than thanksgiving dinner?!?! She ate Turkey, mashed potatoes, cheesy mashed potatoes, green beans, yams, and bread. LOTS of bread. Did I mention she loves bread?? She sat at the table and ate with the family. It was so much fun.
Later Violet napped on the couch with Grandpa while we watched home movies of Violet's great grandparents, Pappy and Grammy.
Violet's second cousin Katie was there and handed down tons of adorable clothes to Violet and Ainsley.
It was such a full day, Violet skipped her last bottle, fell asleep in her clothes and didn't wake up until morning.
Turns out we weren't quite out of the woods with Violet being sick when last Thursday she woke up around Midnight with an incredibly LOW temperature. Not knowing what this meant we called the doctor, who shocked us by saying it was no biggie. Thankfully this weekend Violet has made a full recovery, and she blew past three milestones:
1. Now official sitting up whenever she wants to (no more "hit or miss") 2. Pulling up on everything (we lowered the crib) 3. Feeding herself (an organic, whole grain waffle)
Olivia just called and said that V woke up from a marathon, 3-hour nap. Her temp is 97.1!!!! I am so relieved that the fever finally broke. It's been 6 days of worry and watching her sleep - watching her every move really. I'm now going to count my gray hair.
Olivia, Violet's nanny called me at work Friday afternoon to tell me that Violet woke up from her nap with a 102.6 fever. By the time Jeff got home it was up to 103.6. After lots of snuggles, a few doses of Tylenol and a sleepless night things seem to be trending better. We're laying low at home today and hoping Violet gets back to her self soon.
Despite the poor organization of this event, we had a good time and saw lots of fancy flying machines. Violet liked it too and was her usual go-with-the-flow self as she ate lunch in the car on the way there (traffic jam), and ate dinner in the parking lot on the way out (another traffic jam). She wasn't such a fan of the F15 Strike Eagle - way too loud.
This is what I went to see...The Blue Angels. And they did not disappoint.
Violet's Great Grandfather flew one of these, a P47 Thunderbolt.
We went to visit Grandpa Ned in Houston on Halloween. No official costume for Violet, but she looked cute in her Jack-o-lantern shirt and pumpkin shoes. Everyone at the air show told me what a cute little boy I had.
It was obviously opposite day. She may have her dad's nose, but she has my horns!