So today, the real Thanksgiving day, was a lot quieter. The house was clean and our two fridges were bursting with left overs, which meant I basically had the day off - if you count a day with eight children in the house a day off.
So here's how the aftermath of Thanksgiving went for a mom of many children:
First off, we did NOT eat the goose. However, when the goose attacked grandson Mikey's knee, grandson Mikey got mad and got the goose and put him in jail, where he remains tonight. So far, no one has offered to bail him out:
Now is that pitiful, or what? He has spent a lot of time in my lap today letting me rock him, though, which I always enjoy.
And he perked up quickly when he found the bag of candy I hid (but not too well, obviously) on the kitchen cabinet. Let me assure you, this stuff is NOT on the Feingold diet, although it WAS on sale at the Dollar Store for thirty cents a bag, and I DID have a lot of kids over last night...
That Dr. Pepper isn't on his diet, either, but he had Sierra Mist, which is!
All that left over turkey, and all I could think about was soup. So I got out some of the left overs, and mixed it with Aunt Alice's gravy:
Then I got half the left overs out of the fridge, even the macaroni and cheese:
Mary Susannah and granddaughter Chloe decided to make a nice fancy table again with left overs, it was Thanksgiving after all. By the time they were done, my soup looked pretty paltry, and I think I was the only one who ate any of it:
And since Thanksgiving is all about eating, after all, I indulged Angel-Leah's request that all she wanted for dinner was olive balls. Her big sister Rachael brought them to the dinner last night, but she didn't bring near enough, Angel-Leah says. So I made olive balls especially for her:
Although Tommy likes them too:
Right in the middle of chowing those down, someone knocked on the locked door. Angel-Leah looked and saw it was her brother Spencer, and she yelled, "Don't let him in!! He'll eat all the olive balls!!" Poor Spencer! He had come over because he thought he might have broken his finger at volleyball:
And I don't think he ate any of the olive balls!