So today is Thanksgiving and it has been a great day. Stormy, blustery, rainy...all the perfect excuses for staying indoors. We opted not to go to the Bay Area for the holiday because of the cost and of knowing that my family will be up for Christmas next month. We were invited to a couple of friends' houses as well, but I really wanted to have my own little dinner with my own dear little family.When Jaime and I were deciding what to cook, we quickly agreed that it would NOT be turkey since neither of us like it. We slow cooked a pork roast and served it with all the traditional sides. Weezy ate some squash and a baby mum mum and all was lovely. We gave our thanks, discussed our weekend plans, and had some laughs.
Rory provided the biggest ones albeit unintentionally.When it came time to clear the table, Rory still hadn't eaten his carrot.Yes, carroT. Not two, not three, one. After some screaming and crying, he insisted on taking his carrot to the bathroom while he peed since he was "just so hungry for it". Of course, when he returned his hands were empty and he told us he ate it. He eventually confessed to sticking it under our bed.We gave him a new carrot and watching that boy was like watching myself as a child. I don't care much for vegetables now, and when I was a kid, they were sheer, absolute agony. I quickly became an expert on how and where to discard them. I knew all the tricks and I still do. He did some impressive work: tucked it under the rest of his food, coughed it into a napkin, spit it under the table, put it up his sleeve, sneaked it onto Jaime's plate, and insisted on throwing out a wrapper he found on the floor and spit it directly in the garbage can. Needless to say, Rory did not get a slice of pie for dessert but of course we gave him bites of ours.
Wow, so now the holidays are here. Crazy that another year is coming to an end. Every year the season goes so fast and with the amount of stuff we are going to cram into our lives over the next month, I know this season will fly by, too. But we can talk about that later. For now, happy thanksgiving and here's to being thankful for how good you've got it.
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| Amused |
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| Amused, no. Intrigued, yes. |
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| Let's eat! Or, let's hope she let's me eat! |
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| Carrying on my Grandma's tradition. No, not the A-1 sauce. |
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| Eloisa's equivalent to apple pie. |
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