I have a lot to be thankful for these days.
So much so that I can’t think about it most of the time because it scares me half to death.
It was a crazy day and we hardly took any pictures, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
I’ll take hectic, exhausting and messy any day.
We woke up to a glorious chill in the air and I just knew it would be a great day. The sun was shining and the cold wind whipped my face and we got to wear LONG SLEEVES without sweating to death. Still not cold enough for boots, but I’ll take what I can get! I’m hoping the break in humidity stays around for a while because I could really get used to keeping the windows open all day and not having my makeup run down my face by lunch time. A girl can dream!
I made two key lime pies and a double batch of pasta salad, all while holding a crabby pants baby. Apparently he is NOT a fan of the hand mixer but loves the vacuum. Go figure. Anyways, we made our rounds, stuffed our faces, and one of us came home and decided it was a good time to take a nap on the floor since there was no afternoon nap and thennnnn proceed to keep the party going until well after 10. By then I was wiped out and finally resorted to camping out in the big bed for a little Mickey Mouse Clubhouse and snuggles. Not a bad way to end a the day if you ask me.
“No thanks, Ash. Daddy will take my picture.”
He finally doesn’t cry when he sees Grandpa. Yay!
We think it had something to do with the bald head. Who knows. Obligatory turkey shot for all you meat eaters (fried, not baked)
And with full tummies we headed over to the in law’s to eat MORE food. I didn’t think it was possible but I am here to report that it is possible!
“oooh look at all the things I can’t touch”
“Get back here, dog!”
It goes without saying, but I couldn’t be more thankful for everyone and everything in my life right now if I tried. I’ve got gratitude coming out my ears. Life is grand and you guys are pretty rad, too. I love you all!
And just for fun here’s a few from last Thanksgiving. Cooper was almost 1 month old and we’d been home from the hospital a whopping 4 days:
and our first family photo (Corey wanted to wait until we were home before we took a picture of the 3 of us):
On Sunday we celebrated our first Thanksgiving of the year. Sisters and cousins and great grandmother’s were in town and it was a grand occasion. Corey whipped up a mean baked tortellini and vegetables (really! all him! I was on baby duty) and maybe it’s because Coop was just a tiny peanut last year, but for the first time I felt like we really were our own little family showing up with our warm contribution and dressed in our Sunday best. Ok, maybe not best since we’re pretty laid back and it’s still 85 degrees outside but that is hopefully changing tomorrow because my boots are giving me the eyes from the top of the closet. Just a little longer, ladies.
We were out of the house for the entire day and my boy didn’t make one fuss even though he was a teething drooling mess. Not one quivering lip to speak of, but I would expect nothing less from my fine specimen of a one year old. And why would he fuss? He was having the most fun being passed around from lap to lap, played cars with the guys, got to eat sweet potatoes covered in cinnamon, and even had a tiny taste of the sugar-coma sherbert punch. I even got to go home for an hour while he napped because all the girls already left and all the boys were just watching football and total snooze fest. I just can’t wrap my head around Football. Sue me. Anyways, I came home and picked up and sat down to pay a few bills without a baby pulling on my leg. The whole time I was trying to be so quiet and even SHHHHed the dog a few times before realizing that I was home ALL BY MYSELF. There was no little boy sleeping in the next room to try not to wake up, and suddenly I missed him. Isn’t being a mother the funniest thing? Movember mustaches have taken over. Run for cover!
How did we get so insanely lucky to call this boy ours?Now that’s something worth being thankful if you ask me! But, I might be a tad bit biased.
HAPPY (early) THANKSGIVING, Y’ALL.
Tylers over and out.
I made this for Thanksgiving dinner at my parents house last month and the entire thing was gone before I could get any pictures.
We ate at my parents and left right after dinner to go to the Mister’s parents house for an hour (which is only 5 minutes away) and came right back to my moms for dessert. When we got back everyone was just finishing off their slices of pie and my pumpkin cheesecake was completley gone except for a small sliver my stepdad was hiding in the refrigerator.
Well, word got out that there was another piece lingering around somewhere and little by little it kept getting smaller and smaller as everyone snuck a bite. I promised I’d make him another once since I didn’t get pictures anyways. And at least I can have some this time too!
2 (8 oz) packages of cream cheese – room temperature
1/2 cup white sugar
1/2 tsp. vanilla extract
1/2 cup pumpkin puree
1 (9 inch) prepared graham cracked crust
1/2 tsp. cinnamon
1 pinch ginger
1 pinch nutmeg
1 pinch brown sugar
*Make sure your cream cheese is truly room temperature before you start. If not, it will be lumpy.
Preheat to 325 degrees
1. In a large mixing bowl combine cream cheese, sugar, and vanilla extract. Beat until smooth.
2. Blend in eggs one at a time.
3. Remove one cup of batter and pour into the prepared crust.
4. Add pumpkin puree and all the spices to the remaining batter.
5. Pour into crust.
6. Bake for 35 to 40 minutes or until the center is set.
7. Allow to cool for at least 3 hours (but I think it’s better overnight).