For the first time EVER, we had a siblings-only Thanksgiving Day feast… at our house! Imagine the joy when Gentle Giant Uncle Jon appeared the day before Thanksgiving to play horsey and get some doctorin’.
And who miraculously and randomly picked out my favorite kind of cheese in the ENORMOUS cheese section at Whole Foods…
And whose wife, my sister-in-law, just so happens to be AMAZING with every child and baby in a ten-thousand-mile radius.
Someone was trying awfully hard to be just like a certain someone else.
Two of the cousins during a get-along session.
Playing piggies.
An after-feast-ival walk in the SNOW! Well, a little bit, anyway.
Ha. And here is where it starts to get hairy. We just didn’t know it yet.
Of course, everything seemed just fine on the outside. Fire roaring in the fireplace. Uncles and Aunts doing an amazing job of not killing us for having no TV for football or movies… guitar lessons for the youngins…
Peace on Earth and milk-fed babes… and the most amazing runner I know…
A sister who managed to bring not one but TWO dishes to share at the feast, plus bring two adorable nephews to munch upon.
Snuggles and rambunciousness abound…
And later, snacks of freshly baked bread (thank you, Andrew) and pecan pie and hot spinach artichoke dip shared by all…
Ah, yes, methinks a visit from the Ghost of Thanksgiving Day Future shall make a visit about now.
Self: Ha, ha, ha! Life is so great! This is fantastic! La, la, la! Gumdrops and daisies!
Future Self: Yeah, laugh now, ’cause in about 10 hours you will be hating life in a major way.
Self: Oh, phooey! Now what’s gotten into you, you spiteful, pessimistic future self? Go on and leave me alone. I’m gloating in self-wonder.
Future Self: Alright. I’ll leave you alone. But don’t say I didn’t warn you. Right now you should be putting on an adult diaper,* doing every chore that will need to be done in the next 3 days, and making sure the toilet bowls that you, your husband, and your children will be hovering over are sparkling clean and have no residual odors that will make you wretch anymore than you already will be.**
Self: Wait. What?
Self: What? Future Self? Come back!
*No, it was not food-poisoning.
**And yes, we are all fine now. And apparently it only hit the four of us. No babies (except Oliver) were harmed in the making of this memory.
OH NO! So sorry to hear about the misery. Your thanksgiving sounds PERFECT though, and the pics are lovely.
I have long contended that the most brutal experience in parenting comes when you have the stomach flu at the same time as your kids. It is The Worst.
This is so sad. I hope this never ever happens to you again ever in your life. Awful.
Glad Thanksgiving Day itself was one to be enjoyed!
Glad it was a great holiday! Hope you are all feeling better now!!
Oh no! I hope everyone is feeling better now.. Thanksgiving sounds so wonderful otherwise.. love the pic of the 4 of you by the fireplace.
I’m so sorry you all had to get sick to round out the weekend! Thank you so much for having us, the food was awesome and it was so nice to see you guys and the boys together 🙂