Almost an entire week later, here’s our Thanksgiving post!
I don’t know if I’ve said this before, but I love to cook. LOVE. I just don’t like trying to cook with one arm, holding a 20 pound infant with the other, with a 35 pound toddler hanging off my leg. I do consider it good training, though, for the day in the future when I go on one of those cooking competition TV shows and scoff at their obstacles. Psh, 30 minutes to prepare a meal? And not have to prepare 3 separate meals, one infant, one toddler, and one adult? And I have full use of my arms and legs? I don’t even have to decipher what my child means by “THAT drink” and, later, haul him out of the fridge? Oh, bring it ON.
Anyway. This year was awesome, because I made a turkey, stuffing, corn casserole, sweet potato casserole (because, you know, the whole point of Thanksgiving is to see how many toppings/butter you can put with vegetables and still consider them vegetables), eggnog pie, French bread, homemade cranberry sauce, pecan pie…I can’t remember anything else. Everything was AWESOME. My dad even made his noodles. The cranberry sauce was made with whisky, which was great, because it made it taste better AND felt like I was taking a Jello shot with each bite.
Oh, yeah, and GRANDPA WAS HERE!
This is obviously the only part of Thanksgiving that the kids cared about.
Cue the general cavorting pictures!
And then, of course, we have more pictures.
Mitchell learned a very important lesson on Black Friday: how to negotiate.
Mitchell: I’d like this one and this one!
Grandpa: We can only get one. Would you like this one or this one?
Mitchell: This one AND this one!
Grandpa: No, this one OR this one.
Mitchell: Grandpa, I’d LOVE to have this one AND this one!
Grandpa: I can’t say no to that.
Well played, my child. Well played.
Best Buy even conveniently placed their checkout line right next to the toy section. Kept my kids entertained the entire time!
In the end, Black Friday proved to be too much for my kids. Roe passed out early, while Mitchell stayed awake long enough to be the only child in history to throw a temper tantrum because he DIDN’T want a toy. Oi. And then passed out on the way home.
And, decorating the tree!
Oh, probably one of the best parts of the holiday…ROSIE LEARNED TO WAVE. AND IT WAS THE BEST THING EVER. https://goo.gl/photos/ykDshgbHAVBbcrx7A