I know, I know, I'm a bit late.
Keira - 7, Kaisa - 6, Clara - 8!
I've been holed up with an entire family of sick people. We had THREE Thanksgiving dinners, and then the twins came in a day early and it was hustle, bustle, no time for Blogging or Facebook. GASP!
But, now I'm back. Not quite back at work, but I'd like to share with you OUR Thanksgiving.
Kaisa's sign, oh so fitting!
The girls and I baked and baked the day before, making two pumpkin pies, an apple pie, and a pumpkin cheesecake.
The boys? They went out hunting and brought home two caribou!
Yes, MY boys all have blood all over their parkys. Sigh...its a never ending battle with blood when you have hunters in your house!
At four o'clock in the morning, I woke up remembering that I hadn't put the turkeys (yes, TWO twenty pound turkeys) in the Brine...and OH MY GOSH, they weren't gonna turn out if they weren't brined!
So, I got up. So my turkeys could look like this, and be the juiciest turkeys you've ever had!
And then I couldn't sleep, so I made myself a timeline of everything that had to go into the ovens, and out of the ovens (I have two kitchens in my house. :) Comes in handy for Thanksgiving with lots of people!) and on the stove and in the fridges. I needed to make sure the stuffing was ready when the potato salad was ready...and the turkeys came out of the oven at least twenty minutes before dinner, so they could "rest!"
By two o'clock I was ready for a nap.
But, no naps later, by six o'clock we were ready for dinner. Everyone arrived safe and sound by six ten and we were ready to eat.
And eat we did.
But that's not the important part of Thanksgiving! Its the GAMES we play afterwards!
Like Eskimo Bingo. We totally played Eskimo Bingo for like an hour. The Prize-everyone-wanted was one of Dean's knives. Cody FINALLY ended up with it. It was bittersweet. He cried and laughed and was so excited that I think he slept with it that night!
The boys wrestled with each other, with the adult men, cause you know, adult men need someone to beat up every once and a while. And thirteen year old boys need to feel like they're better than an older man every once and a while. So, it was fitting to watch wrestling on my living room floor.
I'd like to say its an old Eskimo tradition to Wrestle, you know, to show the men how tough they were when wrestling a polar bear or wolverine or something, but I'm pretty sure its not. Its just our tradition!
The chicks played Snerts until the babies and kids were too tired to stay up any more. We made sure everyone who ended up with Eskimo Bingo Prizes took them HOME! Or tried to at least.
And of course...after dinner, we simply digested our food and enjoyed life.