Recapping a Memorable Thanksgiving

I missed yesterday. I got fed up with the picture thing again. I figured out a way to bring in my pics for free but it is complicated, and I was already feeling guilty for the amount of time I was spending on my blogs this month. But I can't quite let go of this month's goal of blogging everyday without some closure. There's a few more things I wanted to document first....so I think I'll do a few last posts that ramble about the thoughts that reside inside this Mayflower's head and heart. And then I'll bid you farewell for awhile. Thanksgiving looked unlike Thanksgiving for us this year. It was my mom's turn to have us all for the gathering and Lesley had long since agreed to host. But then on Wednesday she called to say she was throwing up. By that night my niece was doing the same and we all reluctantly agreed to cancel. Plan B was going to be to move the party to Jon and Meghann's house, but then we found out Mom had been with the sickies the whole day prior and we were worried about infecting anyone else. Lincoln, age 2 was just diagnosed with Diabetes this fall and Daphne's show was set to begin the day after Thanksgiving. We had to protect especially these two. So all of a sudden we had NO where to be and NOTHING to cook and although it was really sad, it also felt like an amazing gift of relaxation. I went to the gym, and we watched a lot of tv, and Mike took a long nap. Then we got all gussied up and went to my favorite local restaurant for a good meal. The irony was that when I was feeling so invigorated to be doing something different and easy, and feeling so proud of my sweet family as we paraded into the restaurant....Daphne was feeling very sad. She cried and buried her head in her book most of the meal. The kids were really bummed, first, that we weren't with family and secondly to find out that the restaurant only had a special 3 choice menu for the holiday...none of which included any kid food. Mike and I could understand their disappointment so we weren't too hard on them for acting a bit spoiled. We ended the night with a kid movie rental and ice cream from Walgreens. And I fell asleep on the couch at 8pm. And after all that rambling, the one thing I'd like to remember out of that whole day is how stinkin cute Henry was all dressed up, with his new hair cut and walking into the restaurant holding his daddy's hand like a big boy. But he isn't a big boy, and I'm still a mommy with a little one and I love it. I loved how everyone stopped to oooh over him and I didn't even mind having to leave my amazing food to walk him around the restaurant. I'm really gonna miss this. I'm so thankful that I get how fleeting his baby days are and that I am cherishing them. It was definitely a really really good day at our house!