You know it’s been a good Thanksgiving when the night ends with someone puking
Our Thanksgiving, which now includes around 10 adults and 4 children (Addy 3, Crosby 1, my sister’s 2-month-old twins), is best summed up as a fantastic meal squeezed into several hours of moderately controlled chaos. The photos below capture a bit of it. Yes, two of them show the kids playing in my parent’s bathtub and another captures them cozied up in the Rubbermaid bin (that my mother-in-law brought the 30 lb turkey over in), because that’s what my kids do – find super random places to hang out and then go bat-shit crazy in them. To really paint the picture for you all, the night ended with Adeline puking all over me and herself (she got a little too close to my parent’s elderly cat. He hissed and gave her a little scratch, she cried so hard she threw up.) Happy times! But it really was. Despite the craziness, it was wonderful. I look forward to more of the same at Christmas. But hopefully without the puke. All I want for Christmas is to not get puked on.
