Ever the troopers, my parents spent yet another chilly Thanksgiving holiday with us in Anchorage.
Obligatory pregnant shot
Per tradition, the men deep-fried the turkey while we women peered anxiously out the kitchen window.
But, also per tradition, the turkey turned out crisp and delicious. And the house still stands.
In addition to putting them to work making the Thanksgiving feast, Will and I enlisted my parents’ creative touches finishing up Baby Nicholson’s nursery.
Practicing with the Moby wrap
Baby N is very blessed to have an incredibly talented and generous grandfather. Grandpa Joe painted a series of images for the nursery from one of our favorite books, Wind in the Willows.
And now, here I sit, three days past my due date waiting, waiting, waiting. Who can blame the little guy for not wanting to rush out with the cold temperatures and earthquake of late? Whenever he decides to make his debut, we can’t wait to meet him and introduce him to the wonderful world of Mole, Mr. Ratty, Mr. Badger, and Toad.