My mom asked me to write a post about Thanksgiving. First, I was very glad to not go to school for a few days. I like just hanging out with my mom even if i don't act like it and I get frustrated at her sometimes. On our first day off, we ran a couple of errands and ate lunch with Uncle Willie. We were going to run some more errands, but I fell asleep in the car, so we just went home. Later in the afternoon we met my Grandma Petersen at Great Grandpa's house to set up for Thanksgiving for my Grandma's family. There were going to be a lot of people there on Thursday, so we had to set a lot of places. I helped move some of the spoons off of the table after my mom set them there and I helped by eating all the swedish fish.
On Thursday of the actual Thanksgiving, we headed up to Grandma and Grandpa Binggeli's for the day. I got to play with Morriah. She didn't let me out of her sight all day. We had a lot of fun, but once I did have to tell her "No," because I didn't want to hold her hand.
We ate dinner. I ate lots of mashed potatoes and even a little bit of turkey. We all talked to Aunt Alicia on Skype and I blew her a kiss. We frosted cookies and then the big people looked at adds for the rest of the day while I played.
Around 9:00 p.m. (I was so tired) we loaded in the car to go shopping before we went home. I fell asleep before we even turned the corner from Grandma and Grandpa's house, but I can still tell you what happened.
We went to Wal-mart in Logan. I don't know why. All my parents bought was a paper shredder and something they wouldn't let me see. It was so crowded. People were yelling. Grandma said she saw a lady get stepped on. I saw a worker yell at a bunch of people to "stop stepping on the merchandise." I don't know what that word means, but they probably weren't supposed to step on it. We lost dad and aunt Annie at different points and then I lost it and made my mom take me back to the car. We drove around the parking lot and I fell back asleep. I did get to play with this Elmo drummer thing for a while when we lost my dad. That was kind of fun.
We went to the Kohls parking lot next (it felt like 5 hours later, I think, but I was still asleep). Grandma, Annie, Dad, and Aunt Ina and Jalisa all met up there, but my mom stayed in the car with me. They weren't gone very long because they said the line wrapped clear behind the K-Mart next door. We left everyone there to shop the night away and told them bye and we headed for home (except that my mom did have to stop at a gas station to go to the bathroom and buy some licorice).
I was a perfect little girl and slept the whole way home, woke up for just a minute when we got in the house, but then went right back to sleep (my mom said it was around 2 in the morning but I don't even know what that means), and stayed asleep until after 8 in the morning.
On Friday morning, we talked to Grandma Petersen and she told us Uncle Willie went with Parker and Meranda to Target at midnight. They thought about buying dog food, but then only bought a scarf and socks. They definitely don't even have a dog. Uncle Willie said later that they also kept getting the super hot items like the Wii and carrying them to different parts of the store so the people who wanted to buy them couldn't find them. My mom said that sometimes they are stinkers.
We talked to Grandma Binggeli and they stayed in Logan all night long and didn't even get home until probably lunch time the next day. I think they forgot they were supposed to sleep during the night time. I bet they got lots of cool Christmas things, though.
That is my Thanksgiving story! I can't wait until I can tell a Christmas story. I've been practicing my Ho-Ho-Ho's and today my mom bought me a singing snow globe. It is my most favorite thing at the moment, except for the stickers I am putting on a piece of paper (and my forehead) right now while I sit on my mom's lap at the computer. She is helping me type this because I have a hard time with home row. We are watching my favorite videos, too. 1-2-3-4 Monster walking cross the floor . . . .
