Fast forward 6 weeks. Claire still loves to wear her "pretty dress" (her words, not mine). She doesn't think she's Angelina when she wears it, though she does like to spin around and let us all know that she's dancing and/or that she's a ballerina.
She also loves the dress for it's fairy properties, namely, the wings. She likes fairies. And she has decided that she needs to learn how to fly. When Mom or Dad can't give her a lift, she takes matters into her own hands. She figured this one out all by herself. One day, while I was working in the kitchen, she announced "Mama, mama! I flying!"
Did I mention that Claire wants to wear this dress every day? It's pretty much the first thing she asks about in the morning. Thanksgiving day was no exception. I am disappointed in myself that I took NO pictures of our feast or our lovely guests. But I did get one picture that I feel amply describes Thanksgiving afternoon. I call it "Anticipation":
It might be helpful to know that despite 2 full days in the fridge, my 12 lb. bird was not completely thawed. In fact, the neck and giblets, not to mention the flap of skin that covers the cavity of the bird, were frozen together. So after the turkey got a loooong cold water bath, we finally ate about 2 1/2 hours later than originally planned.
I was very thankful for the patience of my husband and guests, as well as the presence of a little fairy at my dinner table.