First Thanksgiving (And the Turkey Onesie)

So Sophie had her first Thanksgiving today and honestly, I’m not sure she noticed there was turkey on the table because she WAS the turkey.

First Thanksgiving (And the Turkey Onesie)

That onesie was a gift from my cousin Marisol and I thought it was ridiculous until I put it on her this morning and almost cried from the cuteness.

Abuela Rosa claimed Sophie the moment we walked into my parents’ house and has not let go once. Not for pictures, not for food, not even when Roberto started tearing up during grace (which made ME tear up because my dad is not a crier). Maria made enough food for a small army as usual – we’re talking three types of potatoes, two kinds of stuffing, and desserts that could feed Durham County.

Sophie got passed around like a very sleepy, very adorable football all afternoon. Everyone wanted to hold the baby in the turkey suit, and honestly, I can’t blame them. She slept through most of it, occasionally opening her eyes to stare at whoever was talking to her like she was taking mental notes for later.

First Thanksgiving as a family of three: complete success. Even if Marcus and I are definitely going home with enough leftovers to last until Christmas.