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Thanksgiving

Aaron is definitely my child in that he loves attention, so he really loved Thanksgiving.  He spent all day being held by lots of people who love him. We had lunch at my parents house. Aaron sat next to the table in his rock and play, cooing and chattering during the prayer and during lunch. 

My family thinks that Aaron looks like Sammy from the side.
We all watched the dog show together. I was betting that a poodle would win but sadly that was not the case. Sammy and I actually got to sit next to each other on the couch while someone else held Aaron. (I swear Aaron has a sensor that goes off every time we sit next to each other. He'll be dead asleep and we'll sit by each other and he'll immediately wake up and start crying.)
 
We watched Magnum PI after that and Sammy admitted that it's actually good :) 

We went over to Sammy's parents for dinner where everyone fought to hold him and Aaron got to play on a play mat his grandma bought for him. I got to catch up with family and friends which was so nice.

On Black Friday Aaron got to go shopping for the first time. It was fun to have him there while he was happy. I kept holding things up to him and asking him if he wanted me to buy them for him. My brother pushed him around in the cart through the whole store which was really sweet. 

My sister and I went and got pedicures, something I've been wanting to do for months. It was so nice to be pampered and not have to be a mom for a little bit. It'd been over a year since my last pedicure so they had to do quite a bit of work! 
Aaron had been backed up for quite a few days so I gave him some prune juice to help things along but he barely drank any, passing out hard on me. I told him that he was so cute I wanted to eat him and he started smiling in his sleep.
He slept on my chest for a few hours after that and it was so so nice. When he woke up ready to eat again, he finally pooped, just in time for Sammy to get there and help clean it up hahaha!

Aaron ended the day deciding that my mom's sweater is absolutely delicious. He just kept nibbling on it, drooling like crazy. 

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