Thanksgiving was Perfect!

I don’t know why, but the first thing I thought of when I saw this photo of my youngest was the Sasquatch photo.

But really, what a fun day for a storm! Especially because we had nowhere to go.

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Our Thanksgiving started with a family breakfast, and then home to the best snowstorm we’ve had in a long time. It kept the kids busy all day while I made the food.

Is it mean to say that spending the day alone was the best gift I could have asked for? Mean or not, I loved it. I had the kitchen to myself, Christmas music playing, delicious smells in the air, and a perfect view of the snowstorm outside. It was so cozy!

And I guess I’m getting the hang of things (after only 20 years) because dinner came together perfectly and the kitchen was spotless when I finished — no mountain of dishes to dig through. I still can’t quite believe it.

I did take a few shortcuts in the name of sanity. I skipped making appetizers, homemade rolls, and dessert, and I didn’t get out any fancy serving dishes or china. We settled for rolls and a pie from Costco, and {gasp} no appetizers at all. Everyone has a better day when Mom isn’t stressed and cranky.

I was able to make 3 gallons of turkey noodle soup with the leftovers (it was a big turkey). The house was filled with the aroma of homemade soup, and my son kept asking if he could microwave a lasagna! How can anyone smell homemade soup cooking and crave frozen lasagna?

The punk came around. After all three kids claimed they wouldn’t eat it, it’s ALL GONE! We gave some to my parents and to my husband’s parents, and then my boys decided they LOVE soup and ate the rest by the following afternoon.

I hope your Thanksgiving was as perfect as ours! Now if only we could get a long enough break in the weather to get rid of Box Mountain:

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The remains of our laundry room/mud room makeover are still piled up in the living room! Ugh.

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