Thansksgiving Weekend

Just wanted to share a bit of our Thanksgiving weekend.

Rae's family drove down Thursday morning.  I had prepared the turkey the day before and prepared some of the veggies.  Josh had baked a pecan pie.  Somehow in the chaos of the day we did not take a photo of it.  But his grandmother would have been so proud.

It has become our tradition to get the grands in the kitchen and let them be responsible for one of the dishes.  This year our Rosie did our vegetable dip tray.

She made us a vegetable turkey!  Sort of.  Didn't she do a great job, and don't you love her rainbow glasses?  She also made Grandma's scalloped corn.  The only veggie dish that we HAVE to have on Thanksgiving.

Our Juju jumped at the chance to help with the pumpkin pie.  Actually our competent little 4 year old pretty much did the whole thing.  She dumped all the contents into the mixing bowl (including the eggs when my back was turned) then turned it on and turned it off.  She rolled the pie crust into the plate and after one little lesson, she crimped the edges!

Great job, right?

 And she was just this serious the whole time.

She even trimmed the edges with just a bit of help. Then she dumped the filling into the shell and did not spill one bit - again while this Meme's back was turned.  Her Mama says she has had to learn to do things quick before one of her sisters take over for her.  We ended up with the most beautiful, good tasting pie we'd ever had but nobody thought to get a photo of it!

While the girls were in the kitchen doing dinner our little Fletcher was constantly trying to help.  After the second fall off of a stool Papa decided to entertain him.  Like this. 

You need to know that this little man loves big machines that move with a rumble, that roll and shove things around and in general wreak havoc on calm and quiet.  And pretty  much anything that will do something with dirt.  One of his earliest words was bulldozer.  So when he saw Papa's Big Orange tractor he was almost speechless.  Then he got to ride on it!  One gloriously happy little man!

Papa gave him a few lessons and he was so excited.

(take a peek over M's shoulder, that's my growing chicken coop)  Then Papa let go and Fletcher actually got to dig.  He was so serious about it all! 

Papa was pretty excited too!

 That little bitty man came strutting into the house afterwards with his little hand on his hip and announced with great authority,  "I dig!"   Yep, he did.

The next day we got help with our redneck landscaping spreading straw.  We use it to the keep the mud under control in our wet winters.  You know it is SO much easier to do that than to spread the top soil and plant grass.  Um yeah K, that's what I think too, but what does a woman know.  (Sorry to everyone else, but sometimes my sister and I speak a mental shorthand to each other.  Even from 700 miles away.  It helps to maintain our sanity.)  Especially in the face of mounds of red mud.

This girl really was there, she did the beans for the Thanksgiving dinner but no one got a shot of that either.  When faced with food we tend to eat it not photograph it.  Anyway, here is my Evelyn.  Loving the outdoors at Meme and Papa's as always.  I can not believe how grown up she is.  (insert a grandmotherly heavy sigh here)

Little man took his sisters for one last ride. In his little mind anyway.  And I'm thinking this may end up on a wall around here.

 When it was time for them to go home, Fletcher had to tell Oh-wunge good bye, he threw kisses to the tractor!

And no, the room is not crooked, I just did not want to get out of my comfy chair!

So that was a bit of our holiday, hope y'all had a good one too!