Thanksgiving Baby

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For the Kiwis, back home that don't know what Thanksgiving Day is all about, let me bring you up to speed. Once again, I have taken the liberty of doing my research and delved off into the ever-changing archives of Wikipedia. The history lesson that follows will blow your weary minds, but first, I wanted to tell you about our extra special Thanksgiving Day we had last month.

I know what you're thinking. All days off work are special and it's just another holiday, so who cares? Fair question, only this time things were different. Not only was this October the very first Thanksgiving Day for little Tiggy, (given that she's not even one yet), but it was also the first Thanksgiving Day for me.

Guess what Mum, it's just like we used to see it on the Cosby show. You know, a functional, nuclear family where everyone gathers around the Turkey Dinner and apologies for their old man.

We had a great day. Michelle cooked a wonderful Turkey Dinner. Joanie came over with some baking and everyone made fun of Dad over a glass or two of wine. Even Tiggy managed to squeeze in a cheeky comment through the mouth full of Turkey dinner, (albeit mashed up to within an inch of its life and barely recognisable).

Anyway, for those of you that have never spent much time on this side of the globe, Thanksgiving is a real hoot. I'll even go so far as to say it was a nice alternative to the Labour Weekends we get back home. We didn't get to have a BBQ on the beach, nor did we go diving for scallops and crays at the Merc's - but we did get to go pheasant shooting and took a day off to eat Turkey and drink wine with family and friends. It's a pretty good trade in my little book of events, for sure.

Good one Charlotte. Chalk this one up as another first. May we always be able to come together and share many more Turkey dinners to come. 

Thanks for all the hard work, Michelle. Love both to you and kiddo, and allow me to give thanks, xx Will.