Q Watches Rugby:
Thanksgiving noontime copetin, including turkey liver chunks:
T helps to prepare the turkey:
The turkey goes into the oven:
Finished turkey:
Thanksgiving table:
Q eats a turkey leg:
T does the same:
Leftovers:
Bathtub hair:
More bathtub hair:
OK, that was a lot of Rock. Now for some talk.
We watched some of the Westminster dog show, up through the terrier group. When the bull terrier didn't win, Janneke threw the plate of copetin at the television. Luckily, she missed. She then stood up and unleashed a stream of profanity that had me bouncing back and forth between kids, trying to cover their ears. When I finally tried to take hold of her to calm her down, she pulled a switchblade on me. And she was wearing PAJAMAS.
Watched the Packers, going outside for sessions of football in the unbelievably warm (sixty degrees or more) weather during halftime and when the score started to get out of hand. Q at one point pulled up his throwing motion as I ran a crossing pattern, some fifteen yards in front of him, knowing that I was about to pass behind the tree that stood some ten feet in front of him; and then he fired it past the tree on the other side. He couldn't see me when he threw - but he knew where I would soon be, and it hit me right in stride. It was an amazing, awesome throw. Hey, I know, believe me: It's soooo unlikely that he'll ever actually be ON the Packers. I'm just saying.
The turkey, the from-scratch gravy, the from-scratch cranberry sauce, and the from-scratch stuffing were all delicious. As were the Caretaker Farm brussel sprouts. Great, great stuff. Though Hobie didn't think so: he yakked up both the morning and the evening bowls of turkey bits and leftovers. Sensitive stomach.
We went 'round the table as we clinked glasses and said what we were thankful for. Q started, and said "My friends." (In English, for some reason.) T went next, and said "Friends and family." Q then quickly wanted to revise his: "Food, friends, and family." Then Janneke went: "La familia." Mine was the same as hers. Clink-clink-clink.
Tough to beat, folks. Doesn't get much better.
2 comments:
I should figure out how to use the video aspect of my camera. Jack is quite something. Today, as everyday, he carried his various footballs around the house, doing adorable things. "I'm running!" said as he zips around. "Tackle!" and then he falls on the ball. "Go Packers!" when prompted. He'll put the ball down and say, "Kick it!" while making a pretty good kick. He's gorgeous. Today he threw the ball to Jess, whomping him in the groin. Jack likes to hold hands before dinner for grace. Liam was at dinner Wednesday and looked utterly perplexed by the hand holding for grace. I said, "We're Catholic; we don't touch!" which got a good laugh. I guess that's it. I'm off to bed. 11a-11p tomorrow.
I would LOVE to see that. All of it...Wish we could be there. We've got Quinn and Tess playing on the floor right now, but a whole pile of cousins would be a lot better.
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