Thanksgiving

Another Thanksgiving is in the books.  Well, for the most part.  I decided to have the small people invade our home for a few days.  Moms want to do Black Friday shopping.  I've done it before.....I'm not into it anymore.  It's more hassle than what it's worth.

I have the big boys right now.  One is out cold with Grandpa, the other two are bouncing off the walls.  Literally bouncing off the walls.  The two littles will be here eventually.  Then it will get really crazy around here.  I'll complain about the noise, but deep down in side I will be smiling.  I love being surrounded by my grandkids, even if they are loud and boisterous. 

As for Thanksgiving, my life has changed.  I used to be the one who had the big meal, and everyone came over.  My youngest daughter has taken over.  Her home is big enough to set up a table for 20 plus.  She and my son in love set a beautiful table.  And she cooks.  She cooks like I cook.  Too much.  Oh, she farms some stuff out, but mostly she cooks.  Her cranberry sauce is amazing.  She makes sure that everyone has something they can eat.  That's quite the feat, as there are several different allergies in the family.  And of course, no one has the same allergy. 

This year, I brought my slippers along.  So what?  Well here's the thing.  When I was growing up, I had a grandmother who always brought slippers, or house shoes with her.  When I did that today, I cringed.  I don't want to turn into that grandma.  But I also knew that I needed to protect my feet from the melted snow that manages to get dragged all over.  At least I didn't bring gold house shoes.  Shiny, gold house shoes.  I will never forget those thing.  Ever.  And I will never own a pair either.

This year, I FaceTimed my oldest friend and her family.  They drove to Missouri to see her parents.  I was able to show them what the holidays look like in Alaska.  It was pretty neat. 

Now, I just need to sit back and wait for the littles......then it's really going to get crazy. 

I gotta get back in the habit

Once again, I find myself behind on posting.  I have to get a handle on this.  I really do.

I've had almost a whole week to myself at home.  The hubs took off for California and BlizzCon with his podcast buddy.  I was a little put off that I couldn't go.  He says he was worried about my latex allergy, but I think he just wanted to be silly with his buddy.  Part of me is jealous, but part of me has welcomed the break.  I got quite a bit done around the house while he was gone, and now it seems more like home.

I was also able to have a get together for my lady friends.  I hosted a Norwex party, and we had a wonderful time.  I finally have a place big enough that I can have people over.  It's a wonderful feeling.  I was so excited to be able to entertain again.  It was awesome. 

And after the party was over, I kept the littles for the night.  I gave my oldest a night alone with her hubby.  No kids to worry about, just them.  I had so much fun with the littles.  I'm not sure if Khloe slept.  The television was on all night, and I think she might have watched Nick Jr. all night long.  It really wouldn't surprise me.

I think the best part was when Caius decided to tell me he pooped.  He stripped his pull up off and proceeded to bring it to me upstairs.  Thank you, child.  Just what I needed.

Coming in as a close second for fun moments was the moment I came back inside, after shoveling the snow, and putting the car seats in the truck.  I found the dog eating the remaining pancakes in the living room, Caius' clothes all over the floor, and the two children hiding.  Yeah, that was a close second. 

All in all, it was a fun night.  They got to snuggle with grandma, watch tv, and generally misbehave.