We really enjoyed our Thanksgiving with the family. The biggest downside, however, was that we all got sick with colds. Asher and I started coming down with something the day we left on our trip, and by the following night, Asher woke us up early in the morning with heavy, labored breathing and a very scary cough. It seemed like croup, but he was much worse than I had ever seen him, and we were nervous about the breathing especially, so we took him to the emergency room. Fortunately, it was just croup, and he was breathing better in no time. We were all relieved to go back to bed knowing he was okay!
Asher seemed so much better the next day, and I was hopeful that the worst was over for him. Unfortunately, his croup turned into a full-blown cold, and pretty soon, he was hacking away with regularity and having trouble sleeping. I, on the other hand, did not get a bad cough (thankfully!) but was completely congested and had a horrible runny nose and just felt crappy. Eric managed to avoid it until the day before Thanksgiving but he too eventually succumbed.
So, it wasn't quite the trip or the Thanksgiving I had envisioned (delicious food just doesn't taste the same when you can't breathe), but we still had a great time. Asher still had his good times with Grandpa, and he discovered that he REALLY loves his Aunt Nikki (my sister-in-law). I mean, really. He spent hours sitting on her lap or laying on her shoulder. It was the sweetest thing ever! I was practically begging her to move up here so she could babysit him all the time! My poor brother, Chris, didn't get any of the love that Nikki was getting (neither did my mom or Eric's mom), but you can't win them all I suppose!
Asher also enjoyed some quality time with my parents' chickens. He even got to pet two of them (watching my dad chase them down and capture them was seriously hilarious). Asher really loves those chickens!
And then there was the big reveal, the highlight of our trip (aside from turkey and my favorite Mexican food, of course). My mom had everyone vote for whether we were having a boy or girl, and the vote was pretty much exactly split (I think there were 10 eligible voters). My mom swore that she knew we were having a boy, and I had to jump in and clarify for some confused people that she didn't actually know, she was just guessing. I had wrapped up a onesie and had my brother, Aaron, open it up, and it revealed that we were having a girl! It said "Little Sister" on it, so there was no doubt. There were definitely some surprised people, and some who weren't surprised at all. It felt both great and bizarre to finally have everyone know after so long.
My mom still has her doubts and wants further proof. You crack me up, Mom!
And then we flew home to rest and recuperate. I have to admit that it felt great to be back at home and in our own bed after several restless nights. We put up our Christmas tree and decorations, so I guess it's on to the next holiday now!











