For Christmas dinner this year we had Dave’s parents up from Memphis and I was determined to bake an awesome family dinner. In my 3 decades on earth, I had never made a turkey. Mainly because I’m not overly fond of it. It’s usually slightly dry and somewhat bland. I did not have super high hopes for this dinner…. We got a 13 pound turkey and I made Dave stick his hands inside, completely violating the bird and take out all the inside stuff. ick. I then proceeded to make the kind of turkey that made my taste buds burst out of my mouth in joy. It was amazing. Even the homemade gravy made me want to break out in song. Actually, I think I might have… I was beyond thrilled and I must say super proud. If you ever find yourself in the situation where you need to cook a turkey, I highly suggest following this recipe:
These are not the best quality because I was too lazy to scan them, so I took a photo of the photos… but you’ll get the idea. The cuteness of the kids comes across even if they’re a bit grainy. And actually, I’m not all that sure that these kiddos aren’t grainy in real life either… they move too fast to get a good look at them.
I have a full fledged pajama dance party going on in the living room right now. It’s awesome!
Of course, this is after I told Liza she couldn’t go outside and play in the snow because it was acidic and would burn her skin off. The other 3 quickly ratted me out, but I thought it sounded good.
The hall is decked, the tree is trimmed, the gifts are all bought and most are wrapped. The Christmas cards are in the mail and the house has wonderful smells of fresh baked cookies and pine trees. The only light is the soft glow of the tree and the laptop, and the sounds are a baby snoring and the most loving man on earth strumming his guitar and softly singing Hallelujah. The image is beautiful and my heart is full.
I could stop there and just leave you with that wonderful memory, but there is more to life and it wouldn’t be fair to just mention the beautiful things. And actually, even the non perfect things are beautiful in their own way. Such as having to overcome my OCD and be happy with my tree being awesomely decorated on top 2/3 and bare on the bottom from an ornament happy 2 year old and a crazy tree cat. Or the manger scene being constantly rearranged so not only the wise men are adoring the baby Jesus, but several polar bears in sunglasses surround the stable and the occasional barbie or Darth Vader join in the sacred birth. We are making great memories with our children that have to be arranged around custody times, which is never easy and the most serene baby on earth has decided to scream anytime one of us is not in the room. Of course, when we walk back in she’s all smiles & “Hey! I was looking for you”. Then amidst the festivities we’ve had to break for the occasional puking and attendance of a funeral. Funerals are never fun, but when they occur around the holidays, I think that makes it especially hard on those grieving.