Thanksgiving all over
This was one long weekend that we made the most of. Here and there and everywhere, traditional face-stuffing togetherness, a little home TLC, and random fun thrown in for good measure.
Wednesday night was bowling with the tribe girls and kiddos. We laughed and teased and fussed and cheered and there was much ado in our two little lanes.
All the ladies topped a hundred, and we were stoked about it.
Most of Thanksgiving day was spent working around the house. The garden, now freshly plowed into its big, beautiful sienna clumps, can rest easy through the winter, primed and ready for whatever snow may fall.
Trey and Aden turned the kitchen into an interstate, complete with weigh stations and refueling spots.
On the other side of the kitchen, I up and did something I've wanted to do for three years. Cabinet-top garland turned out as magical-looking as I imagined.
About an hour before dinner, we all hustled in and out of showers and made it to Nana and Granddad's just in time for a scrumptious dinner. And of course after dinner, their ten-foot Christmas tree in all its glory was assembled and lit, and the boys helped Granddad set up the train.
Friday, we hauled branches and logs to the brush pile, all four of us taking turns driving the tractor. Because here in the middle of nowhere, tractor driving is a privilege, not a chore. And you know, nothing says Black Friday like cleaning up fallen trees.
Poppop came over for lunch and headed up the effort to replace the yellowed headlights of Brandon's antique truck. Oh, how thankful we are that he will no longer have to hold a flashlight out the window while driving at night.
Later in the evening, we went to see Wonder with Giga and Poppop, one of the best movies I've seen in a long time. Then afterwards back to their house for delicious post-Thanksgiving dinner and memory-making. Poppop and Trey worked off their holiday calories in an intense kitchen basketball battle.
Saturday was a bit lower key, and served to help us finish off all the house decor that I'll be attempting this year. My decorating theme this time around was different. It goes with everything that's happened the last few months that I was just repulsed at the thought of setting up everything the way it's always been. Almost everything is in a different place this time around, and I love it. Maybe I'll get the boys to record a tour. The tree downstairs is a little more festive than usual...
...and the other tree is now in the kitchen! Love!
As if we hadn't packed enough life into our full and festive weekend, we decided to take Sunday's near-sixty degrees and run with it. Straight to the golf course for nine holes of ups and downs and beauty and Mama doing yet another terrible job of cart-driving.
I haven't written much about Thanksgivings past on the blog, which explains why I have only passing memories of most of them. This one, though, frenzied and joyful as it was, is one we won't soon forget.
Wednesday night was bowling with the tribe girls and kiddos. We laughed and teased and fussed and cheered and there was much ado in our two little lanes.
All the ladies topped a hundred, and we were stoked about it.
Most of Thanksgiving day was spent working around the house. The garden, now freshly plowed into its big, beautiful sienna clumps, can rest easy through the winter, primed and ready for whatever snow may fall.
Trey and Aden turned the kitchen into an interstate, complete with weigh stations and refueling spots.
On the other side of the kitchen, I up and did something I've wanted to do for three years. Cabinet-top garland turned out as magical-looking as I imagined.
About an hour before dinner, we all hustled in and out of showers and made it to Nana and Granddad's just in time for a scrumptious dinner. And of course after dinner, their ten-foot Christmas tree in all its glory was assembled and lit, and the boys helped Granddad set up the train.
Friday, we hauled branches and logs to the brush pile, all four of us taking turns driving the tractor. Because here in the middle of nowhere, tractor driving is a privilege, not a chore. And you know, nothing says Black Friday like cleaning up fallen trees.
Poppop came over for lunch and headed up the effort to replace the yellowed headlights of Brandon's antique truck. Oh, how thankful we are that he will no longer have to hold a flashlight out the window while driving at night.
Later in the evening, we went to see Wonder with Giga and Poppop, one of the best movies I've seen in a long time. Then afterwards back to their house for delicious post-Thanksgiving dinner and memory-making. Poppop and Trey worked off their holiday calories in an intense kitchen basketball battle.
Saturday was a bit lower key, and served to help us finish off all the house decor that I'll be attempting this year. My decorating theme this time around was different. It goes with everything that's happened the last few months that I was just repulsed at the thought of setting up everything the way it's always been. Almost everything is in a different place this time around, and I love it. Maybe I'll get the boys to record a tour. The tree downstairs is a little more festive than usual...
...and the other tree is now in the kitchen! Love!
As if we hadn't packed enough life into our full and festive weekend, we decided to take Sunday's near-sixty degrees and run with it. Straight to the golf course for nine holes of ups and downs and beauty and Mama doing yet another terrible job of cart-driving.
I haven't written much about Thanksgivings past on the blog, which explains why I have only passing memories of most of them. This one, though, frenzied and joyful as it was, is one we won't soon forget.
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