when i was a youth of the 80s, thanksgiving break was wednesday, thursday and friday and the weekend. of course, the weekend didn't count because it was a given. now in 2017, when family time is cherished above education, the school district has the audacity include monday and tuesday of thanksgiving week in the holiday break too. plus, the weekend previous the holiday suddenly counts when you have so many days off in a row. in total, our thanksgiving holiday break was 4905823435 days long. for which i am equal parts grateful and overwhelmed.
athena blythe broke in the holiday by doing some painting on the deck. she loves painting "cupcake flyers" a la curious george. that dratted monkey is still infiltrating her mind with nefarious designs. the natural next step is for her to paint the soles of her feet and make footprints on any surface. from there her artistic streak progressed from paper to her feet to herschel's head to his shirt to the side of the house. i have no photographic evidence as i truly lost sense of humor, which is the thing i hold most dear in my motherhood.
being home all together means we are allhometogether and everyone wants to bewithmeatalltimes.
i was trying to snuggle herschel down for a nap. everyone joined us. and someone did fall asleep! me. i can still sleep anywhere. the streak continues.
we did the bulk of the holiday decorating. i pulled out a bunch of junk to get rid of but scarlett convinced me to let her have a go at it and we went to the dollar tree to get MORE tacky stuff and we channeled our best annelles from steel magnolias. we had the best time glue gunning cheap stuff on wreaths.
i'm headed back to dollar tree to get some more superflous bric-a-brac. this wreath clearly needs more miniature disco balls and pygmy-sized cellophane wrapped presents.
this one actually turned out kinda 60s mod fantastic. scarlett begged to have it put on her bedroom door and i gladly complied since i'll easily be able to fixate on it's beauty on a regular basis from that hallway vantage point.
there is always a glue gun casualty and that day it was herschel. poor baby grabbed the glue gun and squeezed a stream of hot glue all over his little chubby, grubby baby hand. he kept screaming, "a bumble bee got me! a bumble bee got me!" tear out my mother heart!
it's going to leave a scar for sure.
these are my thanksgiving desserts, an OGBC, or ooey gooey butter cake and a peanut butter pie. i made both early and they were still both were better the day after thanksgiving. second day desserts are always better and these were not letting me cheat nature!
we ordered a bunch of barbeque from kansas city and i made several sides. the highlight of sides was this pimento cheese, sausage and bacon macaroni and cheese. it was amazing.
that evening we all donned sweatpants and saw coco. i laughed and cried and i need do one of those DNA tests to figure out my ancestry because the traces of mexican blood in my veins are crying out to be heard. i have an ofrenda in my front room, i love sugar skulls and bright colors, and singing at the top of my lungs. i'm pretty sure my staid nordic and welsh ancestry didn't produce that in me.
after the movie, we all went home and lounged and had seconds and just as i was eating more macaroni and cheese, reagan, full of thanksgiving and then movie popcorn, threw up everywhere. i had to throw away two decorative pillows and i pushed away my seconds. it was officially thanksgiving!
saturday at the gym, i met my hard earned squat goal, 135x10, good form, NO SCIATICA PAIN. then i cried. goal from TWO years ago finally accomplished.
3 comments:
Good job on your squats goal! That's amazing.
That is an extremely long Thanksgiving break. That's actually how long our Christmas break is here in NJ.
you go girl!! a full week with my kids for thanksgiving is giving me hives just thinking about it. hahaha. hooray for school!! amiright??? hahaha. i attempted to take isaac to see coco last week, but he only made it halfway through and we had to leave before it was over. booooo! i was really enjoying it! i guess i'll just have to take the other kids to see it so i can finish the rest of it with them. :)
Coco - oh man. I wept like an orphan who just found out her parents were looking for her all these years and they showed up at the door.
Poor Hersch!! That hand!! I want that mac and cheese.
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