Gobble, Gobble, Gobble

Vanessa will be sad for Tom Turkey to be put away in a few days. She's considered him a friend, holding conversations with him, singing to him, and hugging and kissing him. She carried him around almost the entire first day after we put him together. I imagine we'll have to sneak him away till next year. (Seriously . . . otherwise he'll begin to stink and get messy.)

It's been enjoyable to hear Vanessa talk about turkeys and such. The way she curls her tongue and forms her lips to say turkey is really cute -- almost as pleasurable as watching her say "Wooowwww . . ." She made a rafter of turkeys a few days ago. She had the patience to paint with five different colors using five different fingers. She then got to paint however she wanted, and really enjoyed painting her hand over and over.