Sunday Thanksgiving – the time Mae slept in a laundry basket.
Thanksgiving. It’s so simple when you’re 10 and your parents tell you where to go. But then you grow up and get married and then it’s not so easy.
When Matt and I married, we made a pact that we’d not spend our holidays driving between families. But, how to make it fair?
Christmas was simple. His family has always celebrated Christmas Eve together and my family has always celebrated Christmas day together. Easy.
But Thanksgiving wasn’t so easy. When I worked full time and even part time, I was required to work Thanksgiving every other year, too. Plus his brother does the every other Thanksgiving between his wife’s family and ours. We always tried to get as much family together at one time as possible. So complicated.
My Mom’s favorite holiday is Thanksgiving. So there’s just no way we could go without even pretending to celebrate it, even if it wasn’t on a Thursday.
Thus, Sunday Thanksgiving.
There, of course, are constants with our Thanksgiving, regardless of the day. Those would be turkey, *party potatoes, rolls, stuffing and green beans.
We also play games with this year being Apples to Apples.
Maelie felt it important to eat a card. I tried telling her it wasn’t actually an apple.
Also, we did our traditional olive eyes photo:
Claire is still grasping the concept and Luca eats the olives before we get a picture taken. (We’ve been doing olive eyes photos since I was 4ish. I remember it clearly, I grabbed some olives, and Carly and my Aunt Emily did it, too and it’s been a tradition ever since.)
The rest, well, we never know.
This year, we had wigs.
And 70’s style cop wigs.
Maelie played DJ and Luca and Claire did some break dancing.
Maelie got stuck inside the kitty’s scratching post:
And I admired my artwork on the wall:
When Maelie became tired, we realized we didn’t have anywhere to put her since we were at Carly’s house, so I got the novel idea to have her sleep in a laundry basket lined with a pillow for her comfort.
Don’t judge. It worked.
After the kids ran around chasing the kitty, we ate dessert, cleaned up and felt full.
I’m thankful for so very many things. For completing my first half marathon, for avoiding postpartum depression. For having the chance to meet some friends who are so near and dear to my heart (especially for g chatting with Jessica on any given day and feeling like I’m not so far away.) For my beautiful family – especially Miss Mae on her first Thanksgiving. I’m thankful for the fact that my family isn’t like any other family on the planet and that we love each other flaws, odd behaviors and all. Mostly, I’m thankful for my dear husband who accepts me for who I am and stands behind me with whatever I feel I need to do. For supporting my drawing and my gym habits and for never telling me I can’t.
I am simply thankful.
*Party potatoes are amazing. Mashed potatoes with equal parts cream cheese and sour cream, then baked in the oven with a butter top. (Though, truth be told, I typically double the cream cheese. Clearly, it’s more of a dairy product than a starch.)