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Thanksgiving 2015

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The top of my stomach hurts as I sit here to type. I have to sit up straight to be comfortable, yet that isn't comfortable, but my house is silent. SILENT. which must be weird because I keep thinking about how quiet it is. No TV. No Lexi crawling up my leg. No Mr Smith asking me when I'm getting off the computer. No dirty kitchen mocking me. No neighbors. <Just silence> The silence is broken, the heater just turned on. Perhaps a little Thanksgiving indigestion is keeping me awake while my two loves sleep. 

For the first time ever I didn't even think about nap time as we headed to my brother's house for the Thanksgiving meal. So when Lexi was getting on my nerves I realized crap, she is tired. And now it seems my loves will be staying up all night since nap time is passing through 6PM. Mr Smith joined her as I pealed apart the leftover turkey meat from the bones. 

My parents flew in for the week, so we've been enjoying this holiday with them. This was the first time I made a turkey, which can make a person a little skeptical. I'm not sure I would have dived in if my work hadn't have given out a 20lb turkey voucher. So why not I thought?! We do miss grandmas who take care of things, but I want the traditional turkey meal with sides to live on so that my children have warm feelings about the all American meal as well. I also attempted my grandmother's macaroni pie, which would be more helpful to do if my grandmother was here to tell me all her tips and tricks that she didn't think were special. I just don't like soft noodles, so I question whether or not they should be fully boiled ahead of time. 

My sister-in-law made fantastic rolls, sweet potato pie, broccoli pie, mashed potatoes and even an artichoke appetizer. My mom made some pumpkin pies & deviled eggs. Swallowed down with sparkling cider, you can't beat it. And I'm so grateful I can eat it. 




 

Oh I'm looking pretty big and unphotogenic, but I can think of a few things I am grateful for this season, like . . .

1. I don't care what you tell me, but white rolls and apple fritters
2. Supportive parents
3. The cutest toddler
4. Having a baby on the way
5. My husband
6. Our apartment, which may be simple but exactly what we need right now
7. Chapstick and lotion because really UT…
8. My friends, old & new
9. My bed and all its pillows
10. The fact that I can work in a couple of ways
11. My phone & Wifi
12. The holiday season
13. Pictures & Video. I love having them so so much.
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