Thanksgiving. Thanksgiving is what brings us together today.
Or was it last Thursday?
Whatever. We had it, and I stole have the pictures to prove it! (Many, many thanks to Myrnie who snapped pictures while I futzed around and “hostessed”. *mwah*) As this is the first year Casa LoLo has been large enough to seat more than four people, this was also our first year to host The Thanksgiving Dinner. The one where everyone within a 200 mile radius shows up. The one with the 19-person head count this year.
That one.
Come on in. Let me show you around!
First of all, belly on up to our fancy buffet and scoop up as much food as your plate will hold. Don’t worry – I’m sure the plates shrank. Feel free to come back for seconds…and thirds! (Seriously. At the end of the night, the 19 of us had only managed to eat 1/3 of the available food. Please. Eat more!)
And remember:
Do not mess with a woman serving herself green bean casserole!
Moving on. Pull up a chair, and get comfy!
Laughing is optional. Eating is not. (We bought this table specifically so that we could host family dinners. I’m now questioning the logic of our decision. I’m kidding. I think.)
After dinner, it’s time to chill. Veg. Relax. In whatever way works for you.
Maybe make a visit to the Kids Table. It’s covered in paper and waiting to be drawn on! A few people grabbed pens and wrote down what they were thankful for, which I thought was a nice touch. Would you like a turn? Just wait until Aunt Bert is done. She’s got the best pen in the house. And by “best” I mean one that writes and isn’t currently in the clutches of a button-loving toddler. Yes, “best.”
Maybe wander into the kitchen and strike up a conversation. Maybe somebody will take a picture of you doing that! And you’ll look back on that picture and think Wow, self. You’re really small next to your father. And you look like you’re trying really hard to make sense and Talk Dude Talk. And your father…well, he certainly looks like he loves you, but I don’t think he’s following a THING you’re saying. That’s alright. He loves you. It doesn’t matter if you can’t talk Dude Talk. That’s what dudes are for!
Or perhaps you’ll just wander back to the scene of the crime, now cleared of all its dishes, and fall into your pie induced stupor amidst the hum of your dozen-plus kin chatting around you. Go ahead. It’s Thanksgiving. You’ve earned it.
I hope everyone had a lovely and relaxing week! We had daddy home the entire week, and got snowed in for the three days leading up to Thanksgiving, and ate ourselves silly and just finished the thanksgiving leftovers tonight and MAN. It takes a long time to recover from a shindig like Thanksgiving! And now? Onward to Christmas! Here we go, y’all. Here we go.