Except for the button nose from my SIL's family, I think she looks a lot like her mother when she was a newborn.
Things are so different from the time when my children were born. Mom and baby came home after 24 hours, just in time for Thanksgiving dinner.
Noah, at 22 months, missed his mother and wasn't too sure about that thing his Aunt Aubrey was holding.
My daughter Amy is such a trouper.
Even though Kayla made her appearance a little late, my daughter still wanted us to go ahead and have Thanksgiving dinner (for 26 people!) at her house as previously planned. My SIL's family was in town from Utah and they did the largest part of the cooking. Amy wasn't allowed to do anything but take care of the baby, and we all took various parts of the meal.
It was wonderful to be together.
Paul was great to help make the traditional Cookie Turkey's as a craft project with the small children.
Aubrey ran a 10K race early this morning.
With a house full of people, and a lot of little children running around, Noah managed to be the life of the party. He kept taking his clothes off during dinner. We all teased that someday when he grows up he will probably be known as "That crazy Uncle Noah", and be remembered as the guy who never wore a shirt.
He doesn't sit still for long. He wanted down from the dinner table and ran off to play with his cousins.
The next thing we knew he was back on the scene, wearing his cousin Sophie's skirt, and someone else's flip flops.
The entire room started laughing so hard we had tears rolling down our cheeks.
That crazy Noah.