Thanksgiving Weekend

First the bad news - four days at home with an uncooperative three-year old and her needy little sister will make one go crazy. I know, some people do it all the time, and it's certainly better than traveling with this crew, but still. Moments of insanity may have occurred.

The good news - making Thanksgiving dinner for your family while watching the parade and football, playing at the park, and seeing distant family via iPhone FaceTime is a very nice way to spend Thanksgiving. We had a nice time at home, albeit missing family (and some sickness - I was spared). The only photos of the day are of the girls at the swings. I didn't take photos of the turkey or table but both came out great. The pie could have been better, but I turned it into a yummy cobbler the next day. All in all, a successful first thanksgiving at home.

The rest of the weekend had some fun out and some fun at home. I took Hannah to see the first lighting of the city and county building, which she loved. There were lots of people and choirs singing carols and other songs. Then the live tv broadcast of the countdown to turning on the lights. It was exciting. Then she and I went for ice cream. She was beside herself. She ordered the pinkest option available and ate every last bite. There is no quicker way to that girl's heart.

On Saturday Daddy took Hannah to see a live Sesame Street performance while Emma and I ran some errands (poor Emma, but she couldn't have sat through a theater performance). I'm told Hannah had a lot of fun. She told me when she got back and went down for her nap that she was sad - she didn't want to leave! I told her we could go back next year. She said she wanted me to come and that we could leave Emma home with Oliver.

Sunday was a quiet day. We took two walking trips to the Christmas tree (Hannah's favorite spot these days) at the "farmer's market," one in the morning with Mommy while Daddy rode his bike and one in the afternoon with Daddy while Mommy went to yoga. The idea was for Hannah to burn off some of her contrariness - I mean energy. She wanted to go in the stroller and put up a big fight (after fighting over getting dressed, of course). Daddy held her hand while he rode down the alley for our send off, and then I told Hannah she could ride in the stroller after walking for awhile. She complied, and the plan worked, buying us two full hours of blissful silence (she doesn't usually nap that long, sometimes not at all). Daddy got a great nap and Mommy got some work done.

Then, turkey soup with rice! Yummy! And leftovers for another night or two. Hannah barely touched it (even though we told her it was chicken soup with rice like from "ring around the Rosie" - that means Really Rosie in Hannah speak) and another fight ensued. Oy!

[Don't get me wrong, Hannah. You are adorable and I love you to bits. But sometimes we need a break! Like right now, 9:15 pm and you're still awake. Climbing up to your room several times was not what we had in mind for our evening.]