I honestly believe that if I don't start blogging again, I'm going to lose friends. And not peripheral friends or facebook friend friends, but like actual bridesmaids-in-weddings, godmother to children type friends. And I really can't afford to lose them.
I hosted Thanksgiving yesterday.
Shelley was supposed to just like last year, but plans sort of changed and now Shelley is hosting Festivus on Saturday (apparently she's got a lot of problems with us...) so I did Thanksgiving. In my family, that train of thought and change of plans is super normal. Super.
I thought I did a great job with my table scape.
Mostly because that's our new dining room table and if I could marry it, I would. It already has brought me so much more happiness than Chuck ever has and I've only had it 10 days. I've had Chuck for 10 years. Yikes.
I really thought my table scape set the mood for a lovely Thanksgiving.
And then Lucy showed up.
So that ended the "lovely" thinking about 5 seconds into the evening.
Last year, it was a tuxedo. This year, a Native American. The move to this place is obvious in the Shelley Parenting Handbook.
So that costume was great and all and it lasted about 10 minutes.
Then she took off everything (yelled "OH YEAH!!!") and started jumping from footstools to couches. Side note: how much do you want to be a kid again and jump from hotel bed to hotel bed? I mean, isn't that basically what she's doing? Sometimes, I am super jealous of her life.
Then she wanted to drive the house (she's really into driving our house lately) and we all had to buckle up. Or she'd leave us behind.
Evidently, the only part of the house that moves when she's driving is the staircase so we were instructed to pile on. And of course we did that because she was naked, driving a house, and (though not pictured) wearing a pilgrim hat.
Also, this is a picture of Shelley and Chuck (duh). Shelley likes to take "couples pictures" with Chuck, usually after Chuck and I take a picture. Again, this might sound weird, but what's weirder is when we call ourselves Chuck's sister wives. Which is true. I'm his wife and that's my sister. So, Sister Wives. Is that not how that works? Ok.
Basically from there Thanksgiving kind of took a normal route.
Chuck and I took a picture together.
Mom wore a head dress.
Lucy watched TV like this.
Then took a book in with her to the bathroom (which she's also calling her "office" when she has "business" to attend to).
She ate my place cards while waiting for us to dish ourselves up (Jack was supervising and doing a terrible job.).
Shelley and I did this. (I think it should be reminded every time there is a picture of the two of us that, yes, we do have the same parents.)
Chuck and Lucy snuggled.
Lucy and I wore matching PJs. (yep, that just happened). This was taken at about 8 o'clock. She hadn't worn a stitch of clothing since 4:30. Also note my wicked awesome Thanksgiving chalkboard turkey.
And that's about it.
Thanksgiving was, per usual, fabulous. My friend Elizabeth said, and she's right, there aren't many ages when you're allowed to go topless at Thanksgiving, so we've got that to be thankful for... that Lucy is still baby enough to get away with these kind of shenanigans.