Thanksgiving With the Grandgirls

As is our tradition, we had Thanksgiving with the grandgirls; Ava and Juliette, and their parents, yesterday. Juliette had made special Thanksgiving pictures for everyone. Everyone had a job to do: Adria, their mom, put us all to work. The Crankee Yankee showed Ava how to chop mushrooms, Juliette supervised me while I cut up the redskin potatoes, and all the dogs waited patiently for someone to drop some food their way.

The turkey was roasting in the oven, along side the stuffing and  creamed spinach. A bowl of homemade coleslaw nestled beside a dish of roasted sweet potatoes with little marshmallows on top. Everything smelled delicious.

Before too long, the girls got restless and they took me downstairs to the basement to play. The basement is set up on one side for a treadmill and workout equipment. The other side has a thick mat where the girls love to play, and a small trampoline. Ava showed me her lastest dance moves, and Juliette and I played catch; neither one of us could throw accurately, but it was still a lot of fun.

Soon it was time to go upstairs and set the table. We all sat down, said our blessings, and enjoyed a fabulous Thanksgiving dinner. None of us had room for dessert, and we sat around groaning that we ate too much. (Worth it, though!)

If you remember the famous poem by Lewis Carroll, Jabberwocky, we all pretty much talked of many things:

“The time has come,” the Walrus said,
“To talk of many things:
Of shoes–and ships–and sealing-wax–
Of cabbages–and kings–
And why the sea is boiling hot–
And whether pigs have wings.”

All in all it was a fabulous day. The Crankee Yankee and I hugged and kissed our wonderful grandgirls and their equally wonderful parents, patted all the dogs and the cats, and drove home. Every Thanksgiving we all say the same thing: “wasn’t this the BEST Thanksgiving ever?!”

I hope that yours was the absolute best Thanksgiving ever, too.

 

 

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