Happy Thanksgiving

My eyelids are heavy, my body is sore. I can probably fall asleep sitting up, and yet I am sitting in front of a computer (that I borrowed from my sister,) trying to put together a blog entry. It won't be long, I promise. Today, we have officially hosted a Thanksgiving Day lunch. The truth is, trying to make a feast for 12 people gave me a few nightmares this past week. Yet, we look forward to the many more Thanksgivings that will come.

So...according to my MIL's recipe, I was supposed to cook the turkey for about 5 hours or more (Maybe my oven was extra strong. It was done four hours later.) As you can tell, the 439 in this picture--that was the time, not the temperature.




I knew it was going to be a very, very long day when I woke up with bags under my eyes, and having to deal with Caleb's "curiosity." Just recently, he discovered the fun of pulling out diaper wipes out of the case.




People were supposed to come at around 11:00 am. This was 30 minutes before, and I was still wearing my pajama pants, and Caleb was still trying put together some casserole dish.




Auntie came to the rescue. While Mommy is wearing her jeans by now and still her pajama top, Auntie helped out by picking out something for them to wear that was a little more presentable than their night-night clothes. I could not help it; my children are adorable.




Finally. Having slaved away for the whole morning, our guests arrived. Before we all would sit down and devour away my The-Food-Network-level cooking, I wanted to remember our very first Thanksgiving as a host. I sincerely hoped and prayed our guests will remember today, as well, in a good way.

Who says you can't put together inexpensive stuff and make your party "appear" to be nice? I did.

The kids even had their own table! What a nice treat.

Well. I tried to throw in some "healthy" vegetables. All that turkey?! You need some veggies.

Benny. Being the natural host that he is.

I'll be the first one to admit. This is the real reason people look forward to Thanksgiving. What turkey?

Besides, I loved watching Caleb jumping up and down on his bed, running laps around our tiny condo until he was semi-out of breath, with the kids that were in our wedding, six years ago. At the end of the day, I know it was very hard for him to see them leave...because the truth is, Mommy won't jump on his bed with him, nor will Mommy run laps around the house with him.

I know. He's starting young.

Bye-bye friends. I had fun.

Happy Thanksgiving. I hope yours was as busy, eventful, tiring, delicious, and heart-warming as mine.