We're looking forward to an awesome Thanksgiving meal with our neighbors later today. It was so nice of them to include the transplants (that's us!) in their annual tradition.
We were put in charge of pies.
I have no idea where to buy pies in Portland since I've only made one Thanksgiving meal since we've moved here, and I think I made my pies from
Thought this would be a nice little conversation piece to share as my friends around the country settle in for a lovely Thanksgiving meal. So much to discuss here, yea?
In case you're wondering - as I did when she handed it me after art class - it's a turkey drumstick. (Yes, I paid for this to happen.)
My take? He's distressed about being eaten.
This may sound hard to believe, but I can say with almost complete certainty that October marked the first time I saw a real, live turkey up close and personal. Sure, I may have seen one at the zoo, and definitely have seen the turkey the President pardons every year, but I have never seen one on a farm ... you know, livin' a turkey
Grace upon watching me fold laundry: "Mommy, have you done laundry by yourself? Like without Daddy here to help? Without Daddy here to watch you? Wow!"
She was dead serious. To be fair, Kenny usually does do the laundry - he pulls double duty on the weekends and folds it all while watching soccer. (Yes, yes, I am onto his tricks, but folding laundry isn't
Generally, I am OK with people getting comfortable on a long plane ride.
But not if it means your stocking foot is so close to me I can feel the warmth of its recent tight shoe home radiating in my direction. (And sadly, I actually took that pic with my right arm from the right side of the plane with no zoom. This stranger foot
Ok, I have to know. Who the h-e-double-hockey-sticks decided that pumpkin carving should be a thing? And what in the world made us decide this would be the year we'd say yes to carving pumpkins after six years of successfully brainwashing convincing our kids that painting was the way to go?
Smart kids. Sucker parents. That's my story.
For some reason, Gavin was pretty stoked to carve
I recently decided that I should start being a more responsible adult and doing normal adult things like going to the doctor for annual check ups. So, I asked around and found a doctor that one of my friends had a good experience with.
I scheduled my appointment.
I showed up early to do my paperwork. (Showing up early in and of itself is an
This past weekend we marked three years in Portland. THREE YEARS....since we moved from Philadelphia to Portland, Oregon. I can't believe it.
Most of the things I felt last year around this time still ring true.
But, at the same time, a lot has changed since then.
And a lot has changed since we first moved here.
Look, ma! I have friends! I have to admit
...when you send that text to your spouse around the time when dinner should actually be done and your spouse should be strolling through the front door licking his or her chops.
I apologize for the cursing and typos, but they actually punctuate my frame of mind quite nicely. Hahaha. (That should be "...grab something", not "...gav somethjng.")
Remember this post where I said I push
We were wandering around Cost Plus World Market on Saturday because we happened to be in the area.
If you've never been, it's an import store...kind of like a more affordable / cooler Pier 1? Hmmmm... I don't know if that's the best way to describe it. Regardless, it's pretty fun to stop in every once in a while and wander around.
They have a