The weekend is, alas, over much too quickly once again.
Most of you are reading from the US and so doubtless are coming to the end of your long Thanksgiving weekends. Whether busy or relaxed, Sarah and I hope you all had a Happy Thanksgiving full of delicious food, time with family, and plenty to be thankful for.
We ourselves, celebrated Thanksgiving three times. Once with Joy last Saturday, once with some friends (I didn't attend - though I did get leftover turkey and fixings) on Thursday and once with some of Sarah's work colleagues on Friday evening.
Each one was special (and delicious!) in that we got to celebrate and give thanks with a separate group of friends and family. It was like we got three years worth of Thanksgivings in one week!
Being Americans away from the United States, Thanksgiving takes on even more meaning because it allows us to reconnect with our heritage and with the very meaning of the Holiday. It makes me think of the adage that you don't appreciate your home until you're away from it.
That's what celebrating Thanksgiving abroad does for me. It makes me think about what it means to be American and to appreciate being from the United States. It makes me appreciate not just friends and family (and parenthood), but the sacrifices that those Americans who came before us have made so that we can celebrate Thanksgiving.
From the Pilgrims to our veterans to my parents who immigrated to the United States, all so we, my sisters, my daughter and I could have the opportunity to grow up in an environment in which we are free to pursue the lives we wish to without fear of repression.
It's something pretty incredible which I am incredibly thankful for.
Margaret even managed to go to all three Thanksgivings and, for the first time, enjoy Turkey and fixings and all that this most (United States) American of holidays has to offer.
I suppose that technically it is her second Thanksgiving, but the first time, she wasn't aware of anything.
All that enjoyment and thankfulness aside, the weekend passed much too quickly.
Unfortunately, either the turkey or (more likely) something else didn't agree with Margaret and she was up for an hour starting at around 2:00 AM on Saturday. My angel of a wife stayed up, changed her, fed her and warmed her up and stayed with her for over an hour before M would go back down.
That meant that Saturday morning was daddy time with M while SAM slept off the rather debilitating sleep deprivation she suffered. M and I got to go to the park where she got to swing, slide, tunnel and climb all over the play equipment before too many bigger kids showed up lay claim to the playground.
She had an absolute blast!
Thankfully, we were all recovered in the afternoon and had tea time buffet at the Excelsior Hotel. Margaret surprised us all by rejecting the fish fingers and going straight for the sandwich.
Incredibly, she managed to eat the sandwich as an actual sandwich and managed to put down about half of it before it fell apart into its components of ham, cheese and bread. Once that happened, she was not at all interested.
Her proud parents were amazed. We're not sure where she learned to eat sandwiches, but she's got it down.
Today (Sunday) was pretty slow paced, actually, because we were planning on taking Margaret to Ocean Park here in Hong Kong for a CIS event.
The morning was SAM feeding M while I made French toast for everyone (even M!). Margaret enjoyed hers very much.
Then, M took Mom to the park while I worked on my family Christmas present.
After the family afternoon nap, I got a haircut and came home in time to discover along with SAM that our family evening would have to be modified since Margaret had a slight fever.
This could either be from her vaccinations last week (she had her Vacirella, Streptococcal and flu vaccines if you will recall) or from the (so far) slight colds that SAM and I are suffering from.
This meant that SAM had to go on by herself while daddy and M stayed home to eat, take a bath and wait for the baby tylenol to kick in. Unfortunately, there would be no hotdogs and burgers for M tonight.
It's just as well, though, since I've got a sore throat and a long week ahead of me. Poor SAM, however, to have to go off on her own. Fortunately, because of this event tonight, CIS doesn't start until 11:00 tomorrow!
Once the tylenol hit, M was fine, as you can see from the video above. What you see is our post dinner playtime, with Margaret hiding these little round barrels that belong to a balancing game she has called, "Coocoo the Clown." (Yes, the game is not age appropriate for M and the little barrels are choking hazards, but she was being supervised by a toy professional).
Margaret has recently become quite into organizing - everything has its place. Apparently, the little multi-colored barrels belong between our couches.
What you don't see is me periodically trying to clean up by trying to put everything back in the box, but Margaret would have none of it. I finally gave up and waited to clean up until after she had gone to sleep.
Dinner was small, but she drank a TON of milk before and after her bath. I mean, more than I've seen her drink since she was six months old. It was incredible.
By 6:30, she was asking for bath time by literally crawling into the empty bathtub. In fact, she wanted her bath so badly that she started screaming when I took her away from the filling tub to her room to get her diaper and pj's (I didn't want her to fall in headfirst and drown).
As I mentioned, the post-bath feeding was quite large, and after finishing, I saw her do something I've never seen before.
Once she was done, she waved off the bottle as usual, found the cap for the bottle and put it on (this is normal), then rolled off of me, rubbed her eyes a couple of times, then laid down and stretched out on our bed as if to to to sleep.
That one was new as usually, she's quite keen to play after her evening bottle.
I took that as a signal, and sent her right to her crib.
She went down without a peep and by 6:55, she was down for the night.
Phew.
Now for me, it's just to wait for SAM to come home and see how her evening went before we go to bed and start another week all over again.
How thankful I am, for my girls.















































