I brined the turkey on Wednesday, a tip from the turkey farmer, and something I will now do every year. Bright and early (and I mean, early) on Thursday morning I greeted my dad at the doorstep. He came over to help make the stuffing and get the turkey in the roaster. Six hours later... we had a feast! In the meantime, great-grandma read the kids books and they colored the turkey from the newspaper. Mom and Owen peeled potatoes, dad and Eric watched football, Jorg read the NYTimes, and Rachel and I started stressing about the next holiday - Christmas, what?! It was a mostly relaxing afternoon even with the bursts of high energy kids, shrieks and laughter coming from all levels of the house. Five cousins on a holiday equals lots of goofiness. Again, I was reminded how much joy the holidays bring to little kids. We ended the day with a visit from Omi, Opi and the May family. More cousins, more fun, more to be thankful for...
On Friday we headed to the farm with our cooler filled with turkey leftovers and all of the fixings. Throughout the weekend we burned firewood, took long walks, watched movies, drank egg nog and started our winter hibernation at Rumspringa. And now we wait for more snow....
