Thursday, November 24, 2011

Thanksgivingness

We had a lovely Thanksgiving Feast with Mom and Dad. Sis and BIL ended up going elsewhere (sending prayers to BIL's family) so we had WAY too much food, but that was ok. :)



Menu for the curious on the other side of the pond: All the traditionals- turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes and gravy, green bean casserole, jellied cranberries, dinner rolls, apple-pecan green salad, pasta salad, fruit salad, candied yams, pumpkin pie, apple pie, various adult drinks, along with egg nog, juice, and (my favorite) good old ice water.

I do have a few funny kid stories from the trip down, and a few pieces of our lives to tack on for the memory books.

Bean

Mom had a towel hung on the kitchen drawer and Bean saw her wiping her hands on it. He really, really wanted to wipe his in the same way, and the only water easily available was in the dog's dish. So he rinsed his hands there (repeatedly) in order to use the towel like Mama. :)

Little Mister

While we were relaxing in the Living Room waiting for the turkey to be done, Little Mister decided that the toy hairbrush and comb qualified him for barber work, so he came to me with them and two toy cell phones.  I was to call him and request that he brush my hair for me, which I forthwith did.  He busily brushed and combed all of my hairspray out while I purred like a cat.  He was so pleased with my response, that he continued to do "favors" for me the rest of the evening.  He piled a bunch of books on my chair for me to read later; he followed me around with the popping push toy "vacuuming" for me, and wanted to sit by me at dinner.


He also insisted I take his picture when I took the picture of the family at the table.  So here he is!

Curly

After dinner, we went to the Locomotive Park.  I have to explain this unique place, so let me take a minute to do so.


This is a Google Image sampling of scenes from the Locomotive park. The community pulls together every year to fund and build a winter fairy-land of Christmas lights in a little downtown park.  They decorate the vintage steam engine, and over the years have added a huge outdoor fireplace, a dance floor, more walkways and figures and music.  We love to take the kids there. 

Anyway, Curly, as usual, took off at top speed as soon as she got there, without regard to the darkness, rain, or crowds of other people.  Mom headed off after her, and found that she'd tripped on something and took a tumble.  In spite of limping dramatically the rest of the evening, she managed to run around the entire park, enjoying the walk-in igloo, the dancing penguin figures and the real train bell that could be rung by pulling with all her might on a rope.


Hubby and I spent the drive back home in the rainy dark using the Flashcard app on my iPod to study our Amharic vocabulary.  The idea that Abi will come into our family not knowing any English, and that one of use will likely travel back to Ethiopia to get her made me determined to learn more words than "thank you."


I have an Amharic app that gives us pronunciations, and I wrote the flash cards as phonetically correct as I could, so we have been quizzing each other, and trying to make up weird mnemonic devices, such as using the actor David Wendham, who played a "brother" in LOTR to remember that "Wehn-Dihm" means "brother."  Hey, we go with whatever works in such cases of linguistic survival mode!

And as my friend Beth commented, "Next year, Thanksgiving with Abi." Yep, I'm thankful for my growing family.  :)

1 comment:

  1. How long do you fast for before the Thanksgiving meal??? Sweet potatoes are beginning to make inroads here in Scotland, but not for any festive meal.
    Just to say that I really enjoy your blog and your writing style - it brightens up my day! I started reading as another Suzuki mum, but am following your homeschooling and adoption life with as much interest. I have neither homeschooled nor adopted, but admire the choices you've made. We have friends who spent a couple of years in Ethiopia (international aid work). They learned Amharic, although their daughter who was 10 at the time became fluent in Russian through attending the Russian school there.

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