Wednesday, November 28, 2001
My babies.
Jenica learning to use the fork my grandmother used as a baby.
Thanksgiving wasn’t altogether interesting. I never got around to writing about the “real” Thanksgiving because there wasn’t much to write about. It was really nice to have my children with me and frankly, I enjoyed being able to eat dinner in our pajamas and not worry about cleaning house for guests. I mean, I enjoy getting dressed up and decking out the house, but it’s nice being a human slug now and then, too.
One thing I will say, is that I made this Thanksgiving all about friends and family. (In my head, at least.) I cooked a chicken and I used the techniques that Mama Toni taught me when she came here two years ago to teach me how to cook a turkey. The fresh, warm bread was from the breadmaker my wish faery gave me for an early birthday present. I used the dishes my mother gave me as a wedding present, and my grandmother’s silver… the silver she received on her wedding day almost exactly 54 years before. And, of course, the heavy guilt over eating meat came from Aimee *grin*. I talked to my brother on the phone, and in the evening, I worked on gifts for the upcoming holiday season.
Sebastian is getting altogether used to this technological age. “I wasn’t ready,“ he protested, “Delete that one and do it again.“
And so I did. (Except for deleting it.)
Mostly, though, I stopped and talked to my children. I asked them what they’d build their houses out of if they could. We talked about where snowflakes come from and why you don’t put frosting on pan"cakes”. When I actually stop to wonder whether or not I deserve such beautiful blessings, I honestly answer no. I do not. Still, I am grateful. They are beautiful children and I’m very lucky they picked me to be their mommy.
What a horrid photo, eh? He was making goofy faces for the camera and it sort of just looked like he was really enjoying his pie, so I kept this one.
I love my babies…
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