I am super excited for Thanksgiving. It is my favorite holiday I believe, good food, football, and family. Our tradition as of late it so head to my 3rd sisters house for late afternoon. I dig it. We bring the bread. Some friends of of ours said that your status in the family is determined by what you are requested to bring to Thanksgiving. Which I agree with, and being the baby in the family I am happy to bring bread, plus I like good bread.

Last night I was reading to Isabella, and Kristin was in the office, which are both upstairs now, when we heard something tumbling down the stairs. Unbelievably it was Michael. At 9 months he gets around great, and is already pulling himself up. We have a gate on the stairs but either we did not close it or he popped it open and rolled down, an amazing to me, 15 stairs and landed on the tile floor. Once I realized it was our boy who I heard rolling down the stairs I rushed down, freaking out, to get the crying boy. But by the grace of god he seems to not even received a scratch, rug burn or bump. I find it completely amazing.