It's American Thanksgiving and Sarah, Margaret and I celebrated our first major holiday as a family. We had roast chicken with stuffing and it was good!
Last night was also the very first time Margaret took a bath with daddy! It was really fun, and Margaret seemed to love it. She was awake through the whole process but very calm and quiet. Her eyes were open for most of it and as you can see from the photo, seemed to relish being seated on her throne in the nice, warm water.
Funny thing, here. After the bath, we hung out in bed with Margaret on my chest. After a while, she got a bit hungry and decided to try daddy's nipple for a feed. The thing is that she completely did this on her own. She managed to shimmy her way from the center of my chest to get a mouth over a nipple and tried to latch. I'm not sure how she 'knew' what to do and where to go for. I mean, it's not like I smell like milk.
Finally, after her last evening feed, she was completely sacked out. Included for the comedy value.
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