Thanksgiving vacation would have gone better if it hadn't been cold and rainy the last few days. We were stuck inside with each other for a little too long. Not to mention, our plan to entertain ourselves with a trip to the Louisiana Renaissance Festival went right out the window. Because I'd be willing to go out in that weather myself, but I'm not willing to drag my baby along. By the end of Sunday, with Rich in bed with a headache, and Nick whining and arguing about everything, I was thinking to myself that I would be most particularly thankful when they went back to work and school and got out of my hair.
That said, there were many delightful moments during the week. Nick sat me down one day and we made faces out of egg cups, googly eyes, markers and yarn, all to his specifications. We went to the science museum on Wednesday and I got to enjoy his enthusiasm. There was the requisite viewing of the Charlie Brown Thanksgiving Special. We all slept late every morning, and Rich and I had some real conversations in the evenings. Oh, and Zoe was her usual cute self. I mean, it's all the same to her. The dinner itself was magnificent, if I do say so myself. Turkey, mashed potatoes, gravy, rolls, cranberry sauce, two kinds of pies. I messed up the lemon merengue pie somehow, it didn't set properly till sometime after dinner was over, but it still tasted good. (Note to self: in future, do not attempt persnickity recipes for the first time for major holiday meals.)
Yeah, it was the kind of holiday we'll look back on fondly one day.