Thanksgiving was great this year. We spent the weeks up to the big day writing things we were thankful for and putting them in the tree. Every night Scout would ask if we were going to “do the tree”. I love that he got so excited about it, but loved how he was thinking about things he was thankful for even more. Throughout the day, he would randomly tell me things he was thankful for, and it would make me so happy to see him appreciative.
I made a sign for our kitchen that I hung with pride. This was mainly geared to the men who somehow go limp on holiday weekends. (Seth + 6, Ryan, Brook were in town, and Micah was sick — so you know he was really handicapped. (But if I heard correctly, he got a stellar time at the Turkey Trot.))
The first order of business in the morning was breakfast. Since I was in charge, I told everyone that they had to wear a mustache while eating. Not surprisingly….everyone was game.
Even Icka who demanded one, and even cut in line. But as soon as I started to draw, she just had to be on to something else and tried to get away. Hence, the crooked stache.
Look at this handsome devil dressing the turkey. He might be the only example of the popular phrase, “you are what you eat”.
While cooking was going on, I set up our very own “Turkey Trots”. The kids lined up for skipping, hopping, running, galloping, scooter, etc. races in the cul-de-sac. Icka proved to be into the “head start”.
Scout loved this race where he was dominating. Too bad this came on the heels of a few lost races and few breakdowns. Looks like we are going to have a Family night on good sportsmanship in our future.
Scout was okay losing to the “bigger kids”.
By the way, I’d like to point out that my kid is ALWAYS without a shirt and shoes. I dress him completely every morning, but without fail, he is about half way undressed by afternoon and down to his unders by night. I am the mom who chooses her battles, and this one doesn’t seem worth it to me. But I will admit that when every neighbor tells their kids they can’t go outside without shoes, I tend to be a bit embarrassed. But can you imagine how embarrassed they are going to be when their kids is tantruming it up with a splinter. Calluses — they are a beautiful thing. Just ask me!
Uncle Brook (Booger) came up for the day. He is always fun to have around, and is the best teammate on games.
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Happy Thanksgiving.
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