Thanksgiving

Seb was thankful for (in this order):  applesauce, Charlotte, backhoes, the moon, Grandma. 

It was fun.  The boys are old enough now for a kids table, and we were joined by Seb's buddy Nate and his parents. 

Cyrus wrote Seb and Nate letters the following day. 

Somehow, I'm glad Sebastian was not singled out for opprobrium. 

Seb enjoyed not only Thanksgiving, but leftovers in the backyard.  We're having unseasonably warm weather. 

And of course, Thanksgiving would not be complete without the turkey trot.  The women ran -- me, Aunt Betsy, Sue -- with Seb in the jogging stroller for the first mile (until the playground, where we passed him off).  Then I spent the rest of the race passing people.  My last mile was more than two and a half minutes faster than my first -- now, that's a confidence booster.