Our Thanksgiving got off to a rocky start. Teresa got me up at 2:30, 3:30, 4:30, 5:30 and 6:00 and woke Brigid the last three of those. It was so frustrating too because Brigid has been doing so well sleeping at night. She will sleep 12-13 hours waking only once about 2/3 of the way through to nurse. She just doesn't sleep well through a toddler screaming for her stuffed animal, "Where monkey?!?"
So, I was pretty tired. James is still sick and has a lingering cough, so he was up a lot and was tired too. We were hosting this year though and were expecting family from Pennsylvania and New Jersey. Apparently the trip wiped my cousin out as well.
We loved being able to see everyone though. Both of my grandparents were there. This is my grandmother holding Brigid. Aunts, uncles, cousins... in all we totaled 25 souls gathered in gratitude, for food, fellowship and football. Go Lions!
Sorry, I just couldn't decide which I liked better, so I opted not to decide.
Teresa and Brigid were both overtired and neither one napped during the day worth anything but both had a good time. Teresa is very social so she warmed right up to everyone. Here she is playing in our atrium and Brigid has planted her rear in the bead box.
Teresa was a bit on the demanding side, which did make for a long day. She even coaxed my cousin into carrying her around and letting her sit on her lap. She loved all the attention and extra playmates.
Cecilia was a bit too nervous to lead Grace and James' throat was still less than stellar, so my dad asked for one child, any child to help him lead the prayer. I volunteered my little socialite. So Teresa and Grandpa lead the prayer while we gathered at three big tables to eat. You can see a bit of one table to the left of my dad down in the dining room past the portraits.
We took up almost a whole table by the fireplace and the third table was behind it in the kitchen. We sat Teresa at the end, farthest from the lit candles. And after years of begging and pleading and coaxing, I finally got a non-infant one of my kids to try some turkey. I love turkey sandwiches and Thanksgiving dinner is my brother's favorite dish ever, but my kids balk at it. It drives me nuts. Finally Cecilia agreed to try turkey even if only so we'd stop bugging her to. She was shocked to dissever, "it tastes like chicken!" #Facepalm! I've only been saying that for YEARS! Ah well, at least she liked it. We will have to have it again before next Thanksgiving though to help her remember she likes it. :)
Needless to say, both Teresa and Brigid went to bed a bit early. Teresa was so overtired she woke 4 times from night terrors in the first 4 hours, but she slept well after that. We are still cleaning up but it was a blessed day with so much to be thankful for.
Hope you had a very Blessed Thanksgiving and have a wonderful Advent!
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