Turkey Talk

For Jemma's first Thanksgiving we rented a small cabin in Wrightwood, a quaint town in the Angeles National Forest known for a small ski resort called Mountain High. Our friends Oscar and Carla joined us and we ate delicous Thanksgiving food two nights in a row. We also went hiking, played games by the fire, played horshoes in the yard, threw balls for dogs (Rua) and when we weren't inhaling the smoke from the fire, we breathed clean air into our lungs. Jemma loved it--except the going to bed part. Jemma's in such a great routine at home, but change one thing and the sleep goes haywire. In fairness to her, it was cold in our room and even two layers of pajamas, a hat and two blankets couldn't warm her bones. Her poor little hands were freezing and she cried and cried. Luckily, she's a happy baby even sleep deprived. The adults on the other hand...