Blog posts are piling up over here but that’s okay, I’m busy living and loving this crazy life!
Thanksgiving seems like years ago but I can’t go on without sharing about the awesome time we had at my in-laws house. We arrived there on Thanksgiving Eve after our long drive back from Disney. JoJo and Papa had Ephraim’s birthday present waiting for him…
And it was just what every parent of a five year old wants…college money! It’s actually exactly what the five year old wanted too. When Sarah had her birthday in October he cried when she received her stack of bills.
Papa just couldn’t let his boy down when it was his turn.
One of my fave Papa pics of all time…
And yes, my FIL is wearing a shirt from 1995. Note to self: you don’t save enough money to help your grandkids with college by reinventing your wardrobe every year.
Thanksgiving has always been one of my favorite holidays. It’s all the food and family time without the stress of gifts. Don’t get me wrong, I love giving and receiving gifts…but I also love this lower key day.
Sarah always comes through for us with some sort of place mat or place card.
This year was no exception.
At 93 we’re delighted to still have GG celebrating with us. And Sarah was happy to move her place mat into the living room where she dined more comfortably in her chair.
And this year my Mom and stepdad made the trek to Brent’s parents too. When Brent and I were dating and early married our families used to celebrate holidays together. It was fun to swap the celebrations back and forth between houses, everyone getting their turn. Now that our parents (and us!) are spread out in different cities and states it’s a little more difficult but I sure do cherish the times we get the gang back together!
In addition to place mats, Sarah also added a couple of new features to our Thanksgiving table.
Like a pre-meal speech…
A very, very long speech!
(Notice B-Ro’s eyes glazing over in the background.)
Not only did it include a careful documentation of all of the birthdays and birthplaces of her “real family” (her words, not mine), it also celebrated the specific dates she and her brother were born, with a jubilant exclamation at the end of, “no c-sections! for either of us!”
Huh. Go figure.
After the speech and meal she also required that we each take a timed math test.
And I would be remiss without saying that, yes, Brent and I raced and, yes, I beat him. Well, technically it was a tie but he responded incorrectly to 1 + 09. That’s a NASA engineer for you.
And as long as I’m embarrassing my sweet husband, I might as well show you this.
(Hey, I can’t be singing the praises of Superdad everyday, can I?)
As you may have guessed, we played charades after dinner.
Not sure what Papa was acting out but I’m sure it was spot on.
Although his charades suggestions leave much to be desired. JoJo tried to reject this one, thinking it was scribbled indecipherably by one of our children.
Nope. It was Papa’s. And we made her act it out anyway.
For the record, she’s not a very convincing leaf.
And if you’re thinking you’re going to see a picture of me right here playing the fool, you’re wrong. Hey, there have to be perks of being the designated family photographer every now and then right?!
Instead of being photographed I was busy winning the title of Mom of the Year by writing inappropriate suggestions for my children.
Which is why, dismayed as she was to do it, Sarah acted out “drinking a beer”.
Hey, it was warranted after having to sit through the Pi’bears version of the Gettysburg Address before I got to dive into my turkey.
We all needed a beer after that.