is one of my favorite days of the year. And this year was one of the best I've ever had. We had my mother, Jonathan's parents, George and Emily and William and Jonathan's sister, Mary, and her husband, Trevor. It was such a lovely day (until it rained and became freezing cold, that is) that the kids played outside for a while with the grandparents while Jonathan finished up his turkey and his stuffing.
I think Jonny and I work well together on Thanksgiving. I spent Wednesday baking pies and making my crock-pot mashed potatoes and prepping some side dishes. So that on Thursday Jonathan had the kitchen to himself to prepare the turkey and stuffing. He cooks a mean turkey, people.
Everyone brought something and I thought it was so funny that both my mother and Jonathan's mother brought us what have got to be the 2 largest poinsettias in the entire state of Virginia. They are gorgeous. I love having plants in the house again. Bit by bit all of our plants got placed up higher and higher out of the children's path until they were all up so high or tucked so far out of sight that I sort of forgot to water them and they all died.
Anyway, the meal was lovely. And the day was very casual. Blue loved the Macy's parade. George and Jonathan's dad watched the game. Mary and Trevor played with the kids. Emily helped Blue and William decorate a gingerbread house.
I ate about a thousand pieces of fried cauliflower and then barely ate any dinner. I think everyone had a nice time.
After we played a couple of rounds of Scattergories with George and the kids, Jonathan and I put 2 very sticky and very exhausted toodlers to bed. Then we curled up on the couch and watched "Grey's Anatomy" (so good) and ate more pie until we felt ill.
What a wonderful day.