Tuesday, December 6, 2011

My Belated Thanksgiving Post

I defected to Canada for Thanksgiving this year.  And it was awesome.  My sister moved to Nova Scotia with her little family and I hadn't seen her since I was up there last January for my Gram's funeral.  Not the happiest of trips, needless to say. 

Even though Canada celebrated Thanksgiving in October, she had decided to make me the usual Thanksgiving fare.  However, we both spaced taking the turkey out of the freezer so we went with the traditional Thanksgiving pizza instead, followed by using a rubber spatula to scrape the ice off the windshield of the mini van to take the kids to Dairy Queen for ice cream.  Cause that's what you do when it has just snowed and it's sub zero out and you ignored E2 when he suggested you pack some sensible shoes. 

It felt like one of the shortest weeks of my life.  Even though I missed E2, I loved getting to spend so much time with my Sis and the kids.  They were so proud of their disgusting, lice infested chickens.  Okay, they didn't really have lice but they're still disgusting.  Jesse insisted I help him with his daily chore of collecting the eggs.  And by help I mean I stood there and watched him do it.  There was no way I was getting in that coop.  I detest birds.  I made it clear to both Jesse and Sienna that while I was proud of them for being so brave and holding the revolting creatures, I had no intention of naming them, petting them, or*shudder* picking them up.  After getting a couple of pictures of them with their beloved pets, they decided it was time to corner me, each of them holding a chicken, and sandwich me in between them, forcing me to touch the nasty things.  They thought they were hil-ra-ri-ous.

They weren't.  

Jesse wanted a picture with his rooster, King Awesome, but it kept flapping him in his face.
So vile.  Kids are gross.
And speaking of gross kids...I finally got to meet my niece Erin and Jeff named after me.  Brynlee Dawn!  I'm pretty sure I spent the entire week smelling like spit up...and I didn't even care!

I love her!!!!

There's just something about fat little baby cheeks that brings out the cannibal in me.  
The week flew by and all of a sudden I was tucking the kids in and saying goodbye since I would be gone by the time they got up the next morning.  Apparently I was making too much noise trying to drag my 700 pound bags up the stairs.  Jesse woke up, got Sienna up, and they both came upstairs for one last goodbye.  It was 5:30 in the morning and they were SO tired.

Bwaaiiiiiins......We want bwaaaiiiiins!!!!
I love these little maggots. 

My family waited until I got back to have a family Thanksgiving dinner.  They invited E2.  I offhandedly let him know about the invitation half hoping he would be busy going to the gym...or something.  He accepted and I prayed my family would at least attempt a facade of normalcy.  They almost pulled it off.

My parents, youngest sister, brother, brother-in-law, two nephews, niece, E2 and I are seated at our places.  My Father, knowing full well that E2 is an Atheist, pipes up with, "Erik, would you like to offer the blessing on the food?"

My head snaps up and I stare at my Dad with eyes rounded in horror.  Luckily E2 doesn't skip a beat with his response of "Gesundheit".

Just one more reason why I adore him.