My very prego sister
and Steve hosted another totally delicious Thanksgiving today. The house was packed. Our bellies were full. And Iím pretty sure I had the best turkey ever.
Sadly, though, I think that we may have to take a couple years off from T-day travel. While I will totally miss the top-notch food and company, itís hard navigating a sitting-eating-waiting-more eating holiday with a toddler. And I canít really imagine what it will be like next year with an almost-3 year old and a 6 month old. (Um, ah!)
Iím kind of loving the idea of a sitting around our little kitchen table in Brooklyn with a half ordered-in, half-homemade dinner. We can go see the Macyís parade in the morning. Get the munchkins all tuckered out for a pre-dinner nap. Thatís nice, right? Not depressing?