We started our Thanksgiving weekend by making some felt ornaments with Auntie Jessie. Although she said she wanted to make them since she didn't have any for her tree, she left every single one here, and will probably not remember to take them till Easter. The kids loved the glue, and cracked themselves up by putting noses where mouths should have been, boots where eyes should have been, you get the idea. And I mean, they were laughing so hard they couldn't breathe. Thats how funny it was to them. The next morning (Thanksgiving Day) we had some cheerios and watched the parade, though Daddy couldn't sit through more than two floats before he rolled over into the fetal position and started crying. What kind of perverse childhood he had to have had to not at least have some fond memories of parades I don't know, but the man can't stand to watch them. Then we headed over to Nannie and Poppies new house for our annual Thanksgiving brunch. Parker walked half way up the walkway before she realized, what a tic, I have not been to this house before and stopped dead in her tracks. She wouldn't move till she saw Nanny in the doorway. We hung out, watched football (my eyes promptly glazed over) and I marveled at my husband as he talked football with his family. Later in the day I would do the same as he talked with my family about football. Its just still bizarre to me that he likes/cares/knows anything about football. He doesn't watch at home (I'm sure because he can't stand me groaning and flopping around on the floor, not unlike what he does during parades.) After nap time at home, we headed over to my aunt's house in Huntington Beach, where my mom's side of the family was all gathered. Sadly my Nana was taken to the emergency room earlier that day for some chest pain. She's okay now, but she missed Thanksgiving, and we all missed her greatly. My great aunt and uncle (Nana's sister and brother-in-law) also joined us for the first time. They live in Montecito, and unfortunately their house was destroyed in the recent fires. Though the circumstances were sad, it was fun to have them there, my mom's cousin also came and brought her little pug with her, to the delight of the kidlets. With the addition of the pug, that brought the dog count up to four. So with four dogs, two kids, and like twenty adults, it was a loud, raucous Thanksgiving, just how I like it.
Friday and Saturday I had to work, but Sunday we FINALLY got out the Christmas decorations and started decorating the house. I say FINALLY because Fin has been OUTRAGED that we had not done so earlier. "THEY hab dere Srissmiss decorations up! Why don't we?! We MEED our Srissmiss decorations up!" he would proclaim at the mall. The first words out of his mouth upon waking were, "Are we going to put up our Srissmiss decorations today?!?" So we decorated. We started with the kids room, and they ended up with about 75% of all our decorations, since Fin kept saying, "Yeah, that wooks good. But what else can we put in here?" His appetite for decorating has been sated sufficiently, though he's still a little peeved that we don't have a tree yet. I let him decorate his little tree in his room, and its so cute to look at it, there are twenty ornaments on it, all on the right hand side, since thats the side that was closest to him. I put up some decorations downstairs too, and when I asked him what he thought, he took a step back, pondered a bit, then nodded sagely, "Yeah. That wooks good." Watch out Martha. There's a new kid in town.