This year we hosted the Bratt family Thanksgiving festivities. We volunteered knowing that our house could comfortably accommodate quite a few relatives.
We spent a ton of time getting our house in tip-top shape. Callum did his fair share of chores...fake vacuuming, getting toys out after they had been put away, you know, the most effective chores.
We cooked all day-no surprise there. But at some point it got super long and unbearable to wait for food. Nobody had real food at all for the whole day. Christmas M&Ms were the only thing in my belly. We decided to walk to the school so that the adults and little ones had some exercise/reprieve from the yummy smells.
After a solid hour of play, the dinner bell alarmed, and we got our butts back to the house. We borrowed tables and chairs to make a huge place setting for the entire family. All 17 in attendance had a seat at the same table. We love our formal dining room for that!
I was disappointed in Callum. He did not eat a single thing off of his plate. I ate enough to feed a family of five.
Did you know that I don't drink pop? I stopped drinking pop as a high school runner and never got the desire to drink it again. However, once a year on Thanksgiving I make a return to the land of soda drinkers to enjoy ONE pop. I am then promptly reminded why pop is the dumbest thing.
And, no Thanksgiving post is complete without telling what you are grateful for. This year it was my house. I am still happy and proud to call it MY house that I own. Filling it up with people I love is a really neat thing.