The girls' first Thanksgiving was a whirlwind. *Thankfully* they took pretty good morning naps, but by the time we got to Walter's mom's house we only had about an hour of cheerful playtime before the fun began. The girls ended up missing their mid-day nap since everyone wanted to hold them and play with them. Never mind the girls don't do that well at large, loud gatherings.
Nevertheless, I was sure they would drink their 1:30 bottles and fall fast asleep. They did just that until the children came running and yelling down the hallway about ten minutes into nap time. Nap time was over. Still, that ten minute nap afforded them almost forty-five minutes or so of smiles, until is was evident that we were nearing a meltdown. By this time we were close to time for their 3:00 nap, so we rushed the girls home hoping they would fall asleep in the car and we could carefully transfer them to their cribs for a long and much needed nap.
The next couple hours were "volatile" as Walter put it. You know when the babies are so tired they don't know whether to laugh or cry and their attention span is all of 25 seconds long, when their favorite toys and songs don't make them happy, and when you know if they could just stop fussing for even half a second their little eyes would close and they would be fast asleep? We were there.
Both Anna Claire and Mallory finally fell asleep just around 4:45 which is pretty late for a nap around our house, but how could we not let them sleep? We finally had to wake them up at 5:30 so we could feed them and start our bedtime routine.
I'm a bit bummed I didn't get cute pictures of the girls for their scrapbooks, that by the time I ate the food that was left was cold, that I didn't get to eat dessert, and that my sweet girls were all out of sorts most of the day. All in all, I'm not sure we had a "happy" Thanksgiving; however, I am thankful nonetheless for so much more.
And I learned a few things that should help us get through Christmas day!