Thankgiving, Part 1

We got back late last night from our two day Thanksgiving extravaganza. We started the shin-dig off on Thursday at my parent's in Dewitt, a little different than usual. Instead of my Mom doing ridiculous amounts of cooking, the girls did all of the food and the guys helped serve the it. Dan and Dave had had the honor of carving the two turkeys.

We had a huge amount of food this year, plus we had some special guests. Not only was this Libby and Ben's first Thanksgiving, but Will brought his girlfriend Monaca as well.

This may not sound like a big deal to you, but to run a significant other through the Kurt gauntlet is more than more relationships can bear. To put anyone that you care about through this test is pushing things to the edge of the envelope. Will is family, considered a brother, and therefore needs to go through the same right of passage as everyone else did when they brought their significant others over. Monaca held her own against the best that we could throw at her as Will sat there with his thumb in his mouth, rocking back and forth in a comatose state, seeing his relationship flash before his eyes. My Mom had briefed us all before hand to be on our best behavior, some claim she even announced"This may be Will's last chance at Love, and you better not ruin it".

Rather than continue watching the Lions get destroyed against Atlanta, Kevin and I took the kids outside to play. It was 15 degrees, with a wind chill that made it feel like zero. Ouch. My parents have a decent hill in the backyard that leads into a swamp, so we figured we'd give it a try for sledding. We wore a decent path down until we could get some decent speed going. The only problem was at the bottom, when you hit the weeds, the sleds would stop and the kids would go flying. They seemed alright with that.

Another momentus occasion happened yesterday: I returned a pair of socks to my Dad. This may not sound like a big deal to you, but for the past 30+ years, we've been borrowing socks and t-shirts from my Dad during various occassions, and NEVER has one been returned until now.

Apparently I am has taking my role of being a stay-at-home Man Mom to the next level. I'm not sure the beads match.


We came back in and warmed out, while Emily got a chance to cuddle with her Grandma. We headed over to Cathie's parents around 6, which is only a few miles away, to begin Part 2 of our Thanksgiving.

You can view the pictures from both days here.