The Huebner-Inoues joined us for a small but interesting Thanksgiving yesterday. Baby took a long nap while parents cooked and had a few glasses of wine, all was going well. The turkey thermometer said the bird was ready a full hour early, so we rushed through preparation of the potatoes, beans, and rolls. All of this done, Yoshi starts to carve the turkey. Pink, real pink. Thermometer lied. Plan B, cut off the breasts, pan sear them, and put the rest of the bird back in the oven. Crisis averted, everyone's at the table, first toast is made...baby throws up all over the floor! Do the men get up from the table to deal with this? No. Even stop eating for a minute? No. Yoshi & I mopped up Sora and the floor and resumed our meals with that lingering eau de vomit somehow still on us. Lesson learned: jumper thing then dinner!
Our craft project of the afternoon - we later wrote things we're thankful for on the feathers and then played a game at dessert to guess who wrote what. I totally won.
Poppa & Sora post-puke
Seriously focused on the after dinner games
Who me??? And we wondered why we never got around to the Underberg.
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You had a more exciting Thanksgiving then we did. Not even one dog this year pooping on the rug and salivating in the kitchen. I did manage to knock a glass bowl filled with crackers off the counter shattering it to smithereens. But other then that it was pretty quiet. Food was good, plenty of wine, little ones survived the day without a meltdown. Did you know Lindsey was accepted into Marquette law school? Thanking much for that feat. Now the really hard part.
mom
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