We spent this Thanksgiving at my mom's house. And these pictures will probably look like everyone else's Thanksgiving pictures except one minor difference...we were sick. As in coughing/puking/sore throat/chills/ache/NO APPETITE sick. Most of our guests opted for another place to eat so it was just us. Probably better that way.
We cooked in my mom's new kitchen. It is gorgeous. Very classy, very modern, very her. I pretended it was mine. Above: the back of Kari's head.
And there's my mom.
And here's the table.
Lennon and Kristi.
My new sister in law Shantay who was so helpful and didn't act grossed out at all about our health condition as we cooked. Although she wasn't there when Kari was puking, then Larry was puking, then I almost puked cleaning up Larry's puke...either way she was a good sport. Speaking of puke, clear this up for me please....a friend of ours says the word "puke" should not be used. He says it's trashy. "Vomit" is a more tasteful option. Do you say puke? Because I just typed it almost 10 times.
This is what they did while we cooked.
Kari and me -- two sickos. And this is us looking GOOOOOOD. After we both finally showered and put on some makeup. We really should have taken a before picture. At one point my mom told me I looked awful and Kristi followed it up with, "Yeah, you look like death."
But I'm not going to lie...my rolls were good.
And here is what happened when we sent Tod away to put the boys down for a nap. Every single time I tell you.
My mom bought a Wii with Just Dance. Tod seemed skeptical at first however I'd say he won the Most Improved Dancer of the Weekend award.
His improvement began after the hour spent alone........in the basement.......dancing. Video footage available.
Afternoon in Sundance. Is there a prettier place? This is where Tod proposed to me -- right on those ski lifts in the background.
On Sunday we woke up to pack and drive home but we found all this outside:
So we decided to wait it out. The boys played outside while my husband built this inside.
Final tower. And he wanted to keep going but there were two problems 1. ceiling and 2. no more blocks. I am tempted to get him a bag of blocks for Christmas.
Something else worth noting: Within 36 hours of my mom's Wii purchase it stopped working. We tried for an hour to get it going and...nothing. Feeling disappointed and ready to demand her money back something inside me clicked. I asked Lennon, "Honey, did you stick something inside that black box over there?"
His response: "What's gonna happen to my bum?"
Me: "Nothing will happen to your bum if you tell me the truth."
Len: "I put four pennies in there, it's not that bad."
Luckily my mom had a warrantee. Thank you Sam's Club.
Coming soon: Never take Larry to the mall without a stroller and why I sometimes feel mad that I married a Food Princess.