Gobble

My brother and sister-in-law hosted Thanksgiving dinner this year. It was nice to spend the morning at home and the afternoon with family. (My dad has been sick and decided to stay at home so as not to spread germs around. That part was not so nice.) The girls sort of watched the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade, which they refer to as the parade in New York, and then had some play time with their cousin.

Photos are scarce in this post so it may appear that I didn't take very many. This is somewhat true. There was a big photo session before we left our house to drive over to my brother's house. That's another post for another day. (Maybe tomorrow or this weekend.) After playing seamstress and professional photographer, I needed a break. Especially since my kids were running around like crazy for most of the day.

(My brother's neighbor has horses.)



The kids' table.



When I served food onto the girls' plates, I placed a little bit of each item and told them that I could give them more of what they liked. Allie immediately chowed down all of her turkey, carrots and green beans. She told me that she tried the sweet potatoes (with marshmallows!) and the stuffing but didn't like them. I was okay with that and gave her more of the other three. Emily, who had been soooo excited to eat turkey, told me that she didn't like anything. Anna was acting picky but then did eat. They all ate at least one roll too. I think Allie had two of them.



There is marked difference now in attending family functions. If the girls are in the other room playing, we don't have to watch them like hawks. We don't have to worry about them getting into something they shouldn't. The eating situation is easier as well. Although, there were two spilled milk incidences, one potty break and a few refills so we weren't quite able to just sit and eat our meal but I'll take it.

At some point before we ate, I was holding Allie and wanted a picture of us together. I sought out a spot on the porch with some natural light, set up the camera and handed it over to Grammy. Allie was chilly, which HELLO happens when you insist on wearing short sleeves and a dress with no tights or leggings.



Here's my hang-up about being photographed: I have aged about 10 years in the past 5. I never had an issue with photos until Abbey died. Grief ages your physical, mental, emotional and spiritual states. You are never the same. Add triplets and some unnecessary stress to the mix and I'm an old lady at 38.

I don't want my kids to look back and say, "What did Mommy look like when we were little? There are no pictures."