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Happy Thanksgiving, everyone! Wow, what a busy few days, huh? There is so much to update you on, but I will try to keep it quick. First, my holiday weekend started with a bang as we celebrated Thanksgiving. This past Friday (Aunt Kelly had to work Thursday, so we celebrated Thanksgiving on Friday) we had my Cousin, Hannah, over for Thanksgiving dinner. She is the coolest, best, most awesome cousin in the world! Ok, that’s it for now. Speak with you soon.

Oh…wait, wait, wait. My Mommy and Daddy said I should share more information about our holiday weekend. I’m so laser focused on my cousin Hannah that sharing more completely slipped my mind. Where was I? Thats, right, Hannah. So, my Cousin Hannah came over on Friday to spend the whole day with me and Little Man Carson. Hannah had in tow Aunt Kelly, Uncle Shane, and Cousins Lawton and Cameron. Uncle Chris, Mima, and Great Grandma joined us for dinner as well. The cousins played all day in the jumpy and playroom, and made a complete mess. I knew I was doing a good job of making a mess by the look on my Mom’s face; she is so funny.

Thanksgiving Cousins

(Thanksgiving Cousins)

When it came time to eat we got to jump into some of the best food ever! My Daddy deep-fried a turkey, as he always does on Thanksgiving, and Aunt Kelly, Uncle Shane, and Mommy made some amazing side dishes. I got to sit at the kids table and chow down with my super duper Cousin Hannah (oh…and the other kids). My Daddy tried to sit at the kids table with us since there was a TV close by and he wanted to watch the Alabama-Auburn game. Although he didn’t get to sit down with us (he got caught), he sure did come to check on us often. He must really care about us!

That night we had a slumber party with the cousins. I was so tired that I passed out once my head hit the pillow. However, don’t fret; we all still woke up at 6am to continue our tradition of early morning wake-up calls for Mommy and Daddy. They must really love it when we come in so early because they get so emotional and loud. They also keep saying “wait until you are 16 and want to sleep in late. Payback is a b!$ch!” whatever that means. Oh how they love those wake up calls.

The next morning Mima, Mommy, Daddy, Uncle Shane, and Aunt Kelly decided to take us all out to breakfast. It was expected to be another fall football Saturday as the Credendinos looked forward to the Georgia-Georgia Tech game that evening. Carson, Mommy, and Daddy dressed in their traditional Saturday football attire (Georgia Bulldog Red & Black) and we set off for breakfast. During breakfast I noticed someone walk in and sit at the table right next to ours. I turned to Daddy and said “hey, that is Matthew Stafford, the first pick in the 2009 draft and ex-Georgia QB.” (Ok, I didn’t say that, my Daddy did, but you get the point.) It was Matthew Stafford and he was out to eat breakfast with his friends. My Daddy, Mommy, and Carson approached him and stirred up a conversation (the place was fairly empty and nobody else recognized him). Here is a picture (bad cellphone picture at that) of Stafford (oh, yeah, my Daddy and Carson are in this picture as well).

Matthew Stafford, Carson, and Dad

(Matthew Stafford, Carson, and Dad)

After we left my Dad said he regretted not asking Stafford for a check for a million bucks. He said that he would have put it to good use. Oh well, Dad, missed opportunities! (BTW – Daddy now thinks he is BFF with Stafford now. Poor, poor, Daddy.)

Speaking of Stafford and Georgia, Saturday ended on a very high note as the Georgia Bulldogs, behind Caleb King and Washuan Ealy, rushed for 339 yards and beat up on the little Yellow Jackets. Mommy and Daddy were so happy.

On to Sunday…

After Church on Sunday, Mommy and Daddy had a special surprise for us; we were going to see Mr. and Mrs. Santa Claus. When we arrived at his fancy little place, Carson ran right up to him and would not stop giving him high-fives and inspecting his beard. I, on the other hand, was a bit more timid. I wouldn’t speak with him. My Daddy asked me what was wrong and I said I was afraid. He then asked why I was afraid because I have never been shy around Santa Claus in the past. I told Daddy that I was afraid to ask him for anything for Christmas because I may not get it. I went on to explain that I wasn’t being a very good girl that morning and I didn’t want to be denied by Santa Claus. After some nudging by the parents, I finally gave in and let Santa in on my Christmas list. I told him that I want an Official Red Ryder Carbine-Action Two-Hundred-Shot Range Model Air Rifle! Oh, wrong story. I mean I told him that I wanted a Polly Pocket Christmas doll. Pretty cool, huh?

Santa

(Before we went in for the official pictures)

Well, that is it for now. I hope you all had a great Thanksgiving with your friends and family. I had a great time and there is so much to be thankful for this holiday season. I could get nothing for Christmas and still be the happiest and blessed little girl on the face of the earth (you know that is just a figure of speech, right? I better get that Polly Pocket doll, or watch out, Santa!)

– Brooke

What Turkey?

Well, I’ve got a bone to pick with my parents. All month long, all I heard about was this holiday called Thanksgiving where you get to eat TURKEY! I couldn’t wait to hang out with family and eat Turkey for the first time. So, on the big day, mom and dad dressed me up in a silly Turkey outfit, but I let them since I knew I’d be getting turkey soon. Grandma Susan took us over to visit with some of her relatives on her Daddy’s side (that’s my Great Grandpa). It was really nice meeting everyone. When it was time for the turkey, my mouth was watering. I couldn’t wait. All of the sudden, my mom whips out a jar of baby food. Granted, it was sweet potatoes which I love, but what about my turkey. Mom said I couldn’t eat turkey yet, but definitely next year. What??? So, I had to watch everyone eat all this good food. I’m not sure I can trust my parents again. What do you think?

I get so bored eating these days, I fall asleep while eating. Mom says I go to the doctor next week and he will start letting me eat some meat. Boy, I can’t wait!

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