The Swedish Chef Cooked the Bird
Tuesday, October 11th, 2011Thanksgiving. I love Thanksgiving. I love all the traditions and the family time and the FOOD. Our weekend as FILLED with activity.
Saturday we went to the Pumpkin Patch with the niece and nephew. Pictures to come tomorrow. We had an awesome time and the weather was amazing. We were definitely thankful for that!
Saturday evening we had dinner with the BFFs. We hadn’t seen them in forever. Once the school year gets going Elise is so busy with coaching and marking and all that fun stuff, but it was nice to finally get a chance to sit down and enjoy their company. What I love about us is that we are casual enough with each other that Elise and I can tap out of the evening at any point with out seeming rude. I passed out on the couch for 2 hours after dinner and she went to bed shortly after that. After my late night nap Colin joined us and we ended up staying till almost 3 watching the Rugby World Cup live. Talk about a random evening! Touch. Pause. ENGAGE.
Sunday I was exhausted and slept most of the day before getting ready to head out to Chads Sisters house for dinner. She made all the traditional Thanksgiving food that I love so I was super pumped. Plus free flowing wine and hilarious stories made for a most enjoyable evening. I even got to spend some quality time with the niece, though our sillyness tends to get her a little hyper, but it’s my fault entirely. I am a big kid that likes to egg her on and we laugh and are silly until something breaks or someone gets hurt haha. Thankfully neither of those things happened this time around! In the theme of Thanksgiving, I must say I am super thankful that I married Chad and his amazing family. You always hear stories about the psycho Mother in Law, or the family from hell and I can happily say neither of us have those. The Ciavarros/Heagles are the nicest, warmest, most entertaining family on the block! And of course, my family ain’t that bad either ;)
Monday there was more sleeping. Eating and drinking and entertaining is hard work and our bodies needed to recover. We went over to my parents house in the afternoon for the start of our 3rd Thanksgiving dinner (if you count Ryan and Elises as a pseudo one). More food and wine and family. It was good times as always, with the occasional Italian loudness about the garbage bag leaking and the dog licking the plates in the dishwasher and the wanting to go home to watch TV at 7:30. Standard issue really. It’s not family night at the parentals with out it.
And the best part about Thanksgiving weekend? A week filled with amazing leftovers!























