Scenes from Thanksgiving
November 27, 2009
Thank you Butterball for teaching me how to cook a still frozen turkey!
Why he must stick his tongue out in every photo lately is beyond me.
At one point Susan texted me and I told her my youngest two were fighting in the bathtub and my 12 year old had decided that it was the perfect time to practice his trombone. Shortly afterward I sent him outside to serenade the neighbors.
Mom, do you think it’s weird to be dating a girl for six weeks and have her only let you hug her?
Um, no, not at all. (Thinking: why do you even have to hug? Handshakes are great. Or hi-fives if you are feeling fiesty.)
Really? I think it is weird.
Why? What do you think would be more appropriate? Holding hands?
And this, friends, is what all those useless Lamaze breathing exercises were for– conversations that start like this.
That phone may have to be surgically removed from his hands…
Early this morning I waswoken up by a light tapping on my cheek. I opened my eyes to see Miles face about two inches from my own. In a quiet conspiratorial whisper he said, “You know what would be the perfect breakfast….”
“No, what?” I whispered back.
“Pie.”
Want to know what to make with those Thanksgiving leftovers? Here are some of my ideas. I will be making the Tortilla Soup this weekend.
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Miles is so right.
November 27th, 2009 at 12:13 pmAre you kidding me? Pie for breakfast is the *only* sensible course of action. Gluten-free, of course.
And? Seriously, now, dating from across the street sounds good to me, never-mind the hugging-only policy!!
Hope you all have a lovely weekend.
November 27th, 2009 at 12:48 pmI wish I had leftovers. That’s what happens when you go elsewhere for the day. *sigh*
November 27th, 2009 at 1:33 pmPie is absolutely the perfect breakfast, that’s what my husband had. Gotta get rid of the stuff some way. Miles is wise beyond his years.
November 27th, 2009 at 1:35 pmWe had pie for breakfast here. The DaddyMan pointed out that the pumpkin pie tasted like it had no sugar in it. Oops. It didn’t. Yesterday’s guests didn’t complain.
November 27th, 2009 at 2:20 pmMy 13-year-old daughter went to the movies with her, um, boy friend (note the non-compound word). They’re friends. I think. More? Who knows. We drove them to the movies. Drove them home. They say goodbye. Awkward silence as I’m still in the car. I’m thinking, “Um, are they going to kiss? In the car? At 13? Akk….garg…akkk.”
Him: Uh, bye.
November 27th, 2009 at 3:04 pmHer: Uh, bye.
Him:
Her:
Him: High five?
Her: Yeah! Hig Five!
Him: [slap]
Her: [slap]
Me: [inside] Yes. High-fives are an adequate substitute for any thought of kissing! Always.
The dimples!! Two of my 3 kids have them and I absolutely love them. I told my husband one of the reasons I married him was for his dimples:)
November 27th, 2009 at 3:24 pmMiles is a very smart little boy. I think pie is a wonderful breakfast for any occasion!
Now I want pie dammit.
November 27th, 2009 at 3:46 pmHow did you manage to respond so fabulously well after being awakened that way? I often wake up to find my two year old standing as close as possible to me and I jump every time.
November 27th, 2009 at 4:32 pmI agree, pie is perfect for breakfast… it IS fruit, right?
November 27th, 2009 at 5:56 pmOh my goodness, your kids are so gorgeous!! Every single one of them!
November 27th, 2009 at 8:34 pmAnd I think that pie is a PERFECT breakfast!
Funny - that same breakfast idea was floating around this house also.
And, yes - that is correct. The Lamaze breathing that was totally inadequate for labor is tailor-made for raising teenagers.
November 27th, 2009 at 8:45 pmHa! I made tortilla soup for dinner tonight.
I love, love, LOVE your sons dimples. Too cute.
November 27th, 2009 at 8:51 pmI love these vignettes that you do. You take an ordinary snapshot and make me feel like I was there.
I’m a long time reader of your blog and I really like your family!
Happy Thanksgiving (day after, really.)
November 27th, 2009 at 9:03 pmI so hope my kids will be able to have such open conversations with me when they get older. I would have rather died than ask my mom anything like that.
He’s a lucky boy to feel that comfortable around you. You rock!
November 27th, 2009 at 10:18 pmloved the comment about the breathing. i find myself using it also when things get crazy. just breathe i say just breathe
Love the Photos
November 27th, 2009 at 10:51 pmps the first photo appears to have someone holding up a chair it reminded me of the wall in CT
November 27th, 2009 at 10:53 pmThe day after a holiday is always the best….the youngest made a stuffing sandwich for breakfast, not to be out done by the oldest and his mash potato and gravy sandwich. The poor turkey leftovers are still in the fridge.
November 27th, 2009 at 10:55 pmThey are sooo cute!
Happy Holidays!
Mary, mom to 10
November 28th, 2009 at 12:06 amMiles is a kid after my own heart…we had pie too!
November 28th, 2009 at 12:53 amMy 12 year old plays the trombone, too (plus the drums and electric guitar–Oh, boy.). Thankfully we have a soundproof room that we built for all of my husband’s musical “toys” that our son now uses as well. Best investment ever.
November 28th, 2009 at 1:41 amTasty pie breakfast aside, I’m having a strange sort of jealous reaction that all your kids have better hair than me…it’s all so shiney.
November 28th, 2009 at 1:44 amI’m with Miles. That’s exactly what I had for breakfast Friday.
November 28th, 2009 at 3:14 amAs usual, I’m with Miles. And, THANK GOD, my kids aren’t teenagers…yet. That comment someone made once about raising teens being like trying to nail Jell-O to a tree just may be true after all. Perhaps I should try and perpetuate the myth that hi-fives are the pinnacle of sexual existence now before they have cause to ask.
November 28th, 2009 at 2:39 pmTell Miles that if you time it just right (say, if he and everyone else slept really, really late one morning), you can hit that magical spot in between breakfast and lunch when it is suddenly acceptable to have ice cream AND the pie. Kind of like brunch, though I personally prefer the term “leakfast.”
November 28th, 2009 at 10:05 pmI’m thinking this is the girl to hang on to. Hugs only. Until marriage.
As aggressive as girls are these days. I told my son, rule number one: Never, ever date a girl with glitter on her boobs. This seems to be a new fad…
November 29th, 2009 at 12:08 amSeriously, Miles is so wise!
November 29th, 2009 at 12:33 amIf that turkey didn’t have the strings showing I would swear that it was a fake.
November 29th, 2009 at 1:42 pmIs it just my eyes or does Miles have on some Thanksgiving-fabulous fingernail polish in the 2nd from the top photo? If so, kudos to him for going all out for the big day or maybe to the sibling (or parent) that painted them!
Chris says: yes, he does. Thanks to his sister.
November 29th, 2009 at 3:15 pmI’ve eatten pie for breakfast the day after thanksgiving for years, since I was 7 or 8.
November 29th, 2009 at 9:36 pmYour kids are SERIOUSLY Adorable!!! You make beautiful babies!! And I am SOOO NOT looking forward to that kind of conversation from either of my kids…!!! YIKES!! (bring out the brown bag to breath in!!)
November 30th, 2009 at 8:49 amPie for breakfast the day after Thanksgiving has been one of my traditions since I was a teenager (I’m now 41 lol). At least there’s fruit in it
November 30th, 2009 at 11:24 amWhat a beautiful family, Chris! I hope you had a nice holiday.
November 30th, 2009 at 12:35 pmI have an 11-year-old who picks the darndest times to practice her cornet. Speaking of loud, bathtubs are the BEST place for really making yourself heard! My kids fight in there all of the time! (at least I know nobody’s drowning)
November 30th, 2009 at 2:00 pmPie is standard breakfast material at my house as long as there is some left.
I miss pie.
November 30th, 2009 at 2:36 pmOne could always blow kisses, should one exhaust the thrills of hugs and hand-holding. Or perhaps go Continental-style and try a kiss on each cheek. I think I’ll need more than Lamaze breathing when my son has these conversations with me (But how great it is that he feels comfortable enough with you to do that?)
November 30th, 2009 at 9:40 pmLove your T-Day pictures. Hope you had a lovely day.
Your blog is a bit of a sauve to my soul. I come here a lot to salivate over your beautiful home. Can I ask you how you keep it so clean? Are you just uber organized, with a place for everything and a everything in it’s place, do you spend 3 hours a day cleaning, or do you have a rota for your family to keep things clean and tidy? I’m dyeing to know your secret!
Erin
December 2nd, 2009 at 10:03 amI’m not dyeing, I’m dieing. But, not really.
December 2nd, 2009 at 10:36 amLOL high-fives. That’s a good idea. I wonder what the kids think of high-fives.
December 3rd, 2009 at 9:57 pmHey Chris…that first picture…the son in the background…that stance looks QUITE familiar. As in your oldest holding up the wall in your old house. I’m just sayin’…
December 4th, 2009 at 9:59 amWhere have you gone NFTT? Is everything okay?
December 6th, 2009 at 7:15 pmSo…did you give him the pie for breakfast? I think I would have snuck and got up with him and had a quiet eating-pie-for-breakfast moment with him, then hid all the evidence before everyone else woke up and had the same idea.
December 7th, 2009 at 2:42 amSend Miles to my house and I will serve him pie for breakfast. Grace approves.
December 7th, 2009 at 11:46 am