Oscar is back asleep for nap number one and the sun is up but the house is still quiet, and here are two things I am thinking about today. Enjoy your turkey and stuffing and family and whatever else goes with it.
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Two days is a long time to wait. Wednesday before Friday's airplane adventure, Lucy was running around the house with so much energy she was fit to burst. Dancing, jumping, clinging, monster-roaring, demanding. Saying, "Mama. Mom. Mom." over and over with no follow-up, pinch hitting with " . . . I love you" at the last minute. Toward bedtime she got so whiny, I said Lucy, why are you acting like this? She looked pained and said: "I am just soooo excited, that I got soooo happy, and then I got sooooo sad."
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Shaggy and his dad were shooting turkeys full of sauce last night and I remembered that on Lucy's first Thanksgiving three years ago, at 13lbs she and the turkey and Rocky the wire-haired Dachsund were all about the same size. Now Oscar and Rocky are close to the same size, and we're joking about getting Rocky a shoulder holster and making a buddy cop movie called Rocks and Ox.
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