Happy Thanksgiving from New York City!
In the days leading up to Thanksgiving, Katie’s mousepad creations helped build up our excitement.
Our celebration started off bright and early when Lola got an extra scoop of dry cat food as a special treat. Below, she naps it off in her Native American teepee—which come to think of it is very appropriate for the holiday.
We haven’t been able to go home for Thanksgiving in years, but we are very thankful to have the Killeen cousins in Queens to spend the day with. Whenever people ask what I’m doing for the holiday I casually brag, “Oh, we go to my cousin’s house … she’s a professional baker … one of her recipes was just featured in the New York Times for best Thanksgiving dishes.” (Yeah, try to top that.) Oh and she has cute little babies running around, a.k.a. personal little heaters to pick up and cuddle for warmth. He was pretty sleepy all day, which just made him cuter.
Jude entertained us by drawing pictures and educating us about dinosaurs and sharks. He’s a very serious little artist. Lochy is a little less serious.
I think Molly’s home is the coziest corner in New York and her kitchen is inevitably where everyone congregates. Molly is the ever calm host even with three babies undertow, a feast to prepare, and guests to entertain.
Jude and Ronan discuss current events and exchange family gossip before the feast. Or perhaps they’re discussing sharks … Or maybe dinosaurs… Breaking News! Please excuse this quick interruption, but school pictures are out!
I can’t decide which picture is better. They’re equally adorable in different ways. Last year he looked like a little cherub school boy in a candy shop. This year, it’s like a mug shot (in the best possible way) of a little old fashioned Irish boy. And, yes, I’ve already imagined a whole story line in my head for this … He got caught stealing a sweet roll on the street of Dublin. Don’t worry though, he turns his life around and gets adopted by a lovely family in the country.
But back to real life Jude, who likes to ask for a million drinks a day and sip them on his kitchen chair. The table was set and we eagerly waited for the feast to begin. Poor baby, he was was very, very hungry.
Lochy reassured him the supper was coming soon.
Meanwhile Jude danced and danced to the same Michael Jackson song over and over again. It would end and then he’d beg for it again …This is what happened when we tried to play a new song (nothing against MJ).
We couldn’t not give in to that sad face, so Michael Jackson was back!
Here the little table waits eagerly for his moment of glory …And it was magnificent!Turkey, roasted carrots/sweet potato, corn bread stuffing, traditional stuffing, mashed potatoes, buttery biscuits, roasted cauliflower, and pumpkin lasagna.
Dash toddled around—truth be told he wasn’t that interested in the feast and had some tummy issues. Ok sorry, I’m too used to discussing children’s GI issues at work, but I suppose there’s a time and a place. Back to dinner.. Plate #1. My second plate was equally wonderful. Then I made a major mistake and didn’t take any pictures of our three pies. I had to scarf them down and dash off to work. However, Anna took care of business.
Dad, always the life of the party, naps after dinner.