November proved to be a very rainy, cold, and even snowy month. I was amazed at how the snow almost paralyzes Seattle, but then it is a far rarer thing here than in Eastern Washington. Becky quickly bought Kyla some snow gear so that they wouldn't waste this rare opportunity.Kyla has mastered a number of stall tactics at bedtime. She'll take a really long time to pick out a book for me to read, or make requests for snacks or water. When Mommy has been at it for a while, she'll ask for Daddy and vice versa. Sometimes it feels like us versus her, and even though we always win in the end, the battles can be long and exhausting.
She's learned to be very diplomatic with her parents. Whenever Becky or I claim that she is "my Kyla," she will correct us and say "I'm Mommy and Daddy's Kyla." It seems that my stock has gone up recently, because Mommy used to be the clear favorite.
As with every year, Thanksgiving was really busy for us. On Thanksgiving Day Becky and Kyla went to the Salish Lodge for breakfast with Linda's family (I didn't manage to get out of bed in time), then the rest of the day was split between Grandma Dot's dinner and my Aunt Mary's dinner. On Friday we went to my mother's for a feast with some of the Chambers family. Finally on Sunday we hosted a turkey dinner with the Saulsberrys at our house.During the course of the long holiday weekend Kyla managed to add some offensive language to her vocabulary, though she is mispronouncing the words. According to what we've read we shouldn't make a big deal out of it; instead we're trying to introduce less profane alternatives.
On the Fetie front, Becky can now feel the baby moving. This is the one aspect of pregnancy that does make me a little jealous, at least up until those movements turn into repetitive kicks to the ribs.
