Happy Belated Thanksgiving

I hope everyone had a great Thanksgiving filled with carbo-loading goodness. We had a nice feast at our friend's place and have been doing some decadent loafing this weekend. I got Ani reasonably dressed up -- she is refusing dresses these days -- and decided to take a picture. This has become her default picture pose. I have no idea where she got it but it cracks me up.

Swing Voter

Since I use this blog is an electronic album/scrapbook, I thought I'd post this photo of Ani on election night 2008 to commemorate the occasion. It's startling to me that when Obama declared his candidacy for this election, Ani couldn't even sit up yet -- let alone crawl, walk, talk..

As most of you know, Ben and I follow politics fairly closely and it is a regular conversation topic so it's probably not that surprising that Ani picked up on it. As we watched the debates over the last couple of months, she would point to the TV screen and yell out "Obana" and "John MonJain". She didn't have an allegiance to one candidate, sometimes asserting "I want Obana!" and other times "I want John MonJain!". We were highly amused by this and feel we'll wait until she's 3 or 4 before we try to brainwash her into our left-leaning belief system ;)

Ani had a hard time settling down last night and it was after the election was called that she finally fell asleep. I told her that Obama won the election. She answered "John MonJain?" I told her that he'll still be in the Senate and that seemed to assuage her concerns as she drifted off to sleep.

A Not-So-Happy Halloween

Ani was a skunk this year for Halloween. Here's some cute photos of her before the terror struck. Basically, Ani is going through a fearful phase. Earlier in the week she hinted that Halloween would not go well when she got scared of a little boy in a tiger costume. Then last night at a Halloween party last night she saw her friend Joaquin dressed as dracula and it was all over. It was a pretty sweet costume complete with white face, black rimmed eyes, blood dripping fangs, and even an electronic hand that glowed red pulsing veins. We had to leave the party pronto as she shook and screamed in terror. Poor thing. We're hoping next year we can reason with her a little more on the concept of a costume.