Thanksducken

We had 15 loved ones for dinner and it was fabulous.  Our turducken Thanksgiving was a success although I have to admit I'm still a little grossed out by the whole thing.  I didn't even try the turducken, I just couldn't go there.  Not even the chicken.  I had a lovely protein-free meal.  Everyone else who tried it said it was good.  All the meat was moist and flavorful.  I think the consensus is that if you want to try it one year you absolutely should.  I ordered ours from here.  There is still time to order one for Christmas!  (If you're just checking in on this blog and you don't know what a turducken is, you can read this to learn).

Our day, in pictures:

The night before Thanksgiving, Lauren picking Uncle Cory's nose.

Grandma and Drew peeling potatoes.

Drew's gorgeous Thanksgving Day table.

The family that argyles together... well, you get it.

Drew and Grandpa having a leaf fight.

Following in Jennie's footsteps.  Maybe she'll be wearing a Boston Militia Superbowl ring someday, too.

The Peters boys.  Daddy, William, Grandpa, Uncle Cory

The kids at Thanksgiving.  How cute are little Ethan and Lauren at their own table? 

The turducken!

See?  Nooooooo thank you.

Table of glittery pumpkins, stolen Mormon leaves, candles, good food, and love.

The awesome house across town we go see after Thanksgiving dinner.

Hope your Thanksgiving was made complete by a good meal shared with those you love.

Now on to Christmas!!

Christmas giveaway winnah!!

Yeah, Angela Mc.!  Message me on the fb Peters Party of 5 page with your mailing address and I'll put your crafty can and your Williams Sonoma goods in the mail on Friday!

Thanks to all who played along.  I am truly THANKFUL for each and every one of my readers.

Happy Gobble Gobble.  

 

"Middle of the night" shopping trip

As you know I live and die by the clock.  Well, I don't so much but my kids do, thanks to me.  I don't care the event, holiday, who is visiting, etc., it's how it is.  And I have to say, I've had three amazingly happy, sleeping babies and I'd like to think some of it is because of the strict sleep schedule we keep.  As Drew gets older, though, I find myself becoming a little more lax.  And because it's so rare that we deviate from the norm, it makes these kinds of occasions extra special.

Drew has been my Thanksgiving helper this year.  She has decorated the mini pumpkins for the placecards, she wrote everyone's name, she ironed the linen napkins, she's going to set the table, and she's very anxious to help cook on Thanksgiving.  So, last night after the kids went to bed at their normal time, I was going to leave to go grocery shopping for Thanksgiving.  She heard the keys jingling and she peeked downstairs and said, "Where are you going?"  I said, "I'm going grocery shopping for our Thanksgiving meal."  She asked if she could come and I said no, it's bedtime.  She turned and went back upstairs.  Then I started thinking...

I went up and said to her that since she's my Thanksgiving helper this year and it is a big responsibility, it actually would be a good idea if she came and helped me shop for everything.  She had her pajamas off before I was even finished talking.  She threw on a dress and some sandals and in her wet hair we headed out to go grocery shopping in the 45* weather at 8:00pm.

Drew was in charge of the list and since she can now read, she actually was a huge help.  We got everything we needed, and a candy cane we didn't, and came home with the goods.  It was awesome.  More for me than for her, if that's possible.

It's the little things.

Happy Thanksgiving.

  

Pile o' pillows

Chris is at work for days in a row.  The kids have vacation this entire freakin' week.  It's been raining and very wet outside for many, many days.  What's a poor mom to do?

Well, make a pile o' pillows, that's what!

What do you do on rainy days when even Spongebob has worn out his welcome in your house?

Napping activities

Today is day 2 of feeling not-so-well.  I mentioned my issues here, remember?  And although I don't think I'm at the base of a flare-up, I've just had two icky days now.  Usually if I dope up and take a nap, I wake feeling better than when I laid down.  This afternoon after I put Lauren down for her nap, made the kids some popcorn and popped in Fern Gully, gave them directions to not fight, don't answer the door, and most importantly, don't wake me up unless one of them was bleeding , I laid down to take a nap myself.  I woke up an hour and a half later to two things.  The smell of burning plastic and a clean house.

Apparently the one bag I had made wasn't enough.  They put this one in without taking the plastic off.  Thankfully one of them had the smarts to shut it off when it started to "smell like when daddy changes the oil". 

The picture doesn't do it justice, there is melted plastic all over that old man's face. 

"We cleaned up for you"  - and they did!  And the astonishing part of this is that things were actually all put where they belonged, not just tossed in a pile somewhere. 

You should try leaving your 4 and 5 year old completely unattended for an hour and a half and see what happens.  Either they'll burn down your house or clean it.  I was lucky with the latter.  This time, anyway.

I love Greg Lake

I love Christmas music and have just as of this weekend given myself permission to listen to it in the car.  If you have XM radio you know there are a couple stations that are strictly Christmas music.  This song came on this morning and it was horrible.  Like, really horrible.  So horrible I had to look to see what the hell it was.  This is what it said:

Then I thought, well maybe it's not so horrible after all.  I mean, if Greg believes in fat, he can't be all that bad.  Right? 

Listen for yourself.

Swirly days

You know how some days just seem long and swirly?  Like events swirl together and the clock freezes and then all of a sudden it's mealtime and you have nothing planned and blah, blah, blah?  Not like a horrible, awful day but just one that you kinda wish would end so that you could snuggle in alone and watch Oprah's Favorite Things on Tivo in peace and quiet?  That was/is kind of my day.  BUT then this happened and I smiled, a real smile, for the first time today.  It's the little things that matter and it's usually this little person who reminds me of that.  

 

Yeah for learning how to jump!

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