thanksgiving in review
Thanksgiving in Chez Mona was a success. The Thanksgiving-in-a-box deal yielded tons of food that was actually food! No military-type rations that needed water added! Real food! Imagine that!
Here's a holiday confession: this is my only "fancy" serving dish.
Nathan loved his food so much he inhaled it.
And requested some mead to wash down the turkey leg.
Turkey doesn't make Nathan sleepy. It makes him go on and on about about how he'll join a fraternity called, "Tapa Kega Day." Get it? Tap a keg a day? I didn't.
But his dad did.
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I like seeing my brother as a father. He's a much different person than when he was still living at home and would do things like sneak into my room when I was asleep, fart in my face and try to convince me in the morning that I was just dreaming.
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Mike refused to buy Nathan a doll stroller because "it's for girls." Even though doll strollers are the perfect height for Nathan, I compromised and bought a shopping cart with two Target stickers slapped on the side. Nathan loves it. He also loves the cardboard box, especially when he's wearing plaid and camouflage. Great. We're raising a homeless man. What's that? Your son is going to be a doctor? My son is going to be a transient. All he needs is a sign that says, "Anything helps!"
And isn't helping my son choose which freeway exit he'll work as a panhandler what Thanksgiving's all about? Or am I confusing Thanksgiving with Born on the Fourth of July?
Here's a holiday confession: this is my only "fancy" serving dish.
Nathan loved his food so much he inhaled it.
And requested some mead to wash down the turkey leg.
Turkey doesn't make Nathan sleepy. It makes him go on and on about about how he'll join a fraternity called, "Tapa Kega Day." Get it? Tap a keg a day? I didn't.
But his dad did.
--
I like seeing my brother as a father. He's a much different person than when he was still living at home and would do things like sneak into my room when I was asleep, fart in my face and try to convince me in the morning that I was just dreaming.
--
Mike refused to buy Nathan a doll stroller because "it's for girls." Even though doll strollers are the perfect height for Nathan, I compromised and bought a shopping cart with two Target stickers slapped on the side. Nathan loves it. He also loves the cardboard box, especially when he's wearing plaid and camouflage. Great. We're raising a homeless man. What's that? Your son is going to be a doctor? My son is going to be a transient. All he needs is a sign that says, "Anything helps!"
And isn't helping my son choose which freeway exit he'll work as a panhandler what Thanksgiving's all about? Or am I confusing Thanksgiving with Born on the Fourth of July?
10 Comments:
Happy Thanksgiving!
Your photos are making me hungry :)
And your son? Is a cutie :)
Looks like you guys had fun!
LOVING your pics and i'm so glad you had the same thought about the target "shopping cart" as me. shopping cart=transient in training. but hey, at least you ARE training him. ;)
also, as always, he's freakin BEYOND adorable. good work, you guys.
his smile is just infectious
Serving turkey in a fish shape platter should become a family tradition if it hasn't already :)
I'm glad your son has big aspirations. Reese Witherspoon's son wants to be a pizza delivery guy when he grows up. Shoot for the stars I say...
I too, had a HUGE girl crush on Wednesday when I was a kid. I feel a bond with you already!
Cute pix. But doesn't Mike ever push the stroller? Strollers are for everyone.
Sounds like a great Thanksgiving!
Cute little guy too!
Looks good and probably was easy cleanup too! Love the fish platter.
I have laughed so hard with this post, I snorted and startled the cat.
hi! i found your blog through friends. i noticed how nice your pictures of your son come out and i was wondering if you were using a flash? what settings are you using? they are great!
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