So I have been sick for weeks. The doctor thinks I am on my second or third virus. I got sick sometime before Halloween and just never got totally better. Ben had two rounds of antibiotics for pneumonia and an ear infection, Baby Sister got a cold and would only sleep in her bean bag between the hours of 11pm and 4am:
and then Scott went down with a sinus infection a week before the holiday. I was feeling fine and I worked all weekend and took care of the kids, and of course Scott was great and helped out when he could. Then Monday came and it just hit me like a freight train. I thought I was going to be stuck in bed for the entire week, just based on what I was feeling. Plus add that to the weeks of coughing, hoarse voice and malaise that I already had going on and it felt like we might all be sick until May.
So, come Tuesday with no change, we cancelled our travel plans and resigned ourselves to conserving energy. We tried to order some turkey or find a place we could pick up, or even go and sit down for a late lunch. Anything, just turkey, please. And there was nothing. So my sister came into town and helped Scott shop for food and they cooked. It turned out to be a wonderful day. Very quiet, relaxed and full of quality family time. The kids had lots of time to play with us and talk and Ben felt so special having dinner on special plates. The kids played on the floor of the kitchen while we were cooking. Ben played in the backyard while we were getting hot things to the table. He got to use his little ceramic tea cup for his milk and he felt so grown up.
The shot above is the fancy layout when you have a grabby baby on one side. I wanted to keep a glimpse of it forever.
But we did get out one morning and play with our family friends at the park. They were in town to see their family and we love getting everyone together. They are very special to us. Our girls are the current oldest and youngest, the boys are in the middle, only three weeks apart and Heather is due with another boy around Christmas. After days of laying on the couch and taking turns napping, we rounded out the weekend by taking a nice long walk through the park on Sunday, and going out for burgers. We told the nice lady on the intercom that we would need a moment to decide and Ben shouts out, “I want French fries, lady!” We all burst out laughing, and he was just confused. He was ready to order.
I love traveling for the big celebration with Scott’s extended family up in the city. We don’t get to see them all that often, so we get to catch up, the kids get to enjoy all the extra attention and there are dogs and games and… it really is that full house feel. All your family around you, making jokes and taking naps and obviously huge amounts of good food. I just have to put my feet up and make sure the kids aren’t playing in the dog dishes. It’s a grand time.
So I love both. And since we were home last year, I was really looking forward to the big city holiday. Alas, life had other plans. But I still treasure our tiny quiet Thanksgivings and I look forward to seeing everyone in a few weeks for a big December visit.