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| Zane, Gage, Jax, Kate, Carlee, Robin, Sadie |
Just as we have done for the past several years, we had our family Thanksgiving early. Saturday, November 23, was our chosen date this year.
Our plan was to meet at 9 AM and make our way to the pecan trees near the river to have a family photo taken by Chad's sister, photographer Alicia Stary. Weather reports were not promising, in fact, they were downright grim. It was to be windy, cold, and quite possibly, raining. At midnight on Friday, Robin sent out a text warning that we might have to cancel. And, Saturday morning by a little after 7, we had to admit that it would be an exercise in futility -- so, we called it off.
By 10 AM we had started gathering at Carolyn's, bringing all our Thanksgiving meal menu items. My dishes were the dressing, gravy, noodles and croutons, rolls and the chocolate/banana supreme dessert. Carolyn made her sweet potato souffle, cranberry sauce and provided whatever incidentals were needed. Wendy made our traditional German-style slaw and also brought deviled eggs. Chad fried two turkeys -- one to eat at our meal, and one to split up for leftovers. Robin brought green beans with bacon, also made by Chad. Our dear friend and neighbor, Miss Dee, brought sweet corn and a huge pecan pie.
All the grandkids, except Sadie, headed upstairs, with orders to "Shut the door!" We saw very little of them until we called them for the Thanksgiving meal, which we served at about noon or thereabout. They sat at their own table and were just about finished eating by the time the adults had sat down with their plates. So, they disappeared upstairs again, with promises that we would call them for dessert, which we did. And then they were off, again -- and stayed upstairs for at least another hour. We heard some screaming that seemed to go on for quite a while, but really didn't pay much attention to it.
It wasn't until Wayne was ready to leave and went upstairs to tell them good-bye that we discovered that Gage, Zane, Kate and Jax had all gotten "accidentally" locked in the art room. All the earlier screaming was for us to let them out. The art room, used to be the upstairs deck off the playroom. It got closed in with windows almost all the way around, and there isn't any a/c or heat in the room. So, it was probably a little cool in there. They had a space heater and a blanket that they said they all got under. Carlee was downstairs, meanwhile, enjoying playing with Sadie. We're not sure how the door got locked. Carlee swears she didn't do it. Oh, well -- no harm done.
Hope everyone out there has as wonderful a Thanksgiving as we did!