We did our usual routine. A couple of hours at David's grandparents, for the first meal of the day, which I skipped, because I was saving myself for my dad's gravy and turkey. I did manage to squeeze in a piece of my own pie that I brought, just to sample it and make sure it wasn't poison. Plus it was the first thing I made out of my two giant pumpkins that I cooked and pureed, so I needed to do a comparison. I still have 8 cups of pumpkin in my freezer to use up. Yikes!
After a few hours at our first house, we went to my dad's, making sure to get there before the Cowboys game started. The Cowboys play every Thanksgiving, so since I've been with David we've always had to be somewhere with a big TV before the game starts.
That's where my eating for the day began. We got there when the food was all ready to eat, so we dug in right away, after listening to my brother-in-law try to find a substitute for nourish & strengthen our bodies in his prayer. He needs a prayer thesaurus. I would've eaten more turkey, but we only cooked one for reasons unknown, even though there was about 25 people there. No leftover turkey at our house this year. Then I moved on to pie. We always have so much dessert that my stepmom complains it won't get eaten, but that wasn't an issue this year. The jello and pecan pie went fast, the chocolate and pumpkin were the only things left over.
While the boys watched football, the girls played Apples to Apples, which I didn't manage to win any rounds of!, and the kids played outside in spite of the cold temperature. Sixty degrees is cold in AZ! The only kids left inside were the 3 babies, and Ava probably would've gone outside if I let her.
The Cowboys lost, so David was depressed. He's had a good run though. They've won at least five Thanksgiving games in a row, and it was a closer game then they thought it would be.
At the end of the day we were all tired and full. That's how you know you had a successful Thanksgiving. And I was most thankful for the fact that my ladies fell asleep on the car ride home.
A cousin group shot. No one looked at the same camera either time.
My two ladies.
Holidays are exhausting.
I really like this photo. If only the sun weren't hitting our faces at a weird angle. But halftime is the only time David will come outside to take a picture. Beggars can't be choosers I guess.