Well everyone, it's official: I'm a grown-up. (As though the husband and two children weren't enough of a tip-off.) This year I was forced to cook Thanksgiving dinner all by myself. And no, I don't mean that Jeremy told me "make a turkey or beat it!" We were unable to go to Texas for Thanksgiving, so the cooking duties fell upon me. Amy... the girl who's duties of Thanksgivings past include opening cans, writing names on plastic cups, putting ice in plastic cups, and of course-- "preparing" the cranberry sauce. (Speaking of which, I was very angry when I realized that of all the food I made for this year's feast, I forgot the cranberry sauce-- clearly the easiest thing of all.)
While the food certainly wasn't the best we've ever had, I was proud of myself and Jeremy was nice enough to act enthusiastic about the dry turkey and poorly made gravy.
Oh yeah, and kudos to Jeremy on his first adventure in turkey-carving.
Of course, Evie can't speak yet and Jack hasn't gotten very good at it yet, but if they could speak I would imagine these are the things they would say they are most thankful for.
Evie: My big brother.
Jack: Mr. Potato Head.
You can't imagine Jack's enthusiasm when we pointed out the Mr. Potato Head float in the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade. After he gave the on-screen Mr. Potato Head a kiss, he went and grabbed his Mr. Potato Head's pieces and tried to attach them to the floating Mr. Potato Head.
4 comments:
hehe - that picture of Jack cracks me up. I think you proved yourself little sis! That settles it! We will just find you some "upgraded" Thanksgiving duties when next we feast on the big turkey. Kudos!
How many days did you guys have left-overs?
You mean how many left-overs do we still have.
I love the pictures of Jack and the Mr. Potato head float. How priceless.
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