is what you should be doing for no photos of my Thanksgiving. It all ended with poop floating in a bath tub.
Really, it started promising.
Lane made some great stuffing. I made ATK (America's Test Kitchen) pie dough for Lane's berry and my apple pies. And my white chocolate cheesecake with raspberry glaze came out of the oven full of promise.
Then I made ATK rockin' potato flake rolls. And I forgot to line the pan with parchment paper. Then I realized I forgot to put the egg wash over the top. Oh well. A minor hiccup.
We made it to my SIL's house. She just repainted all her dark wood to a vintage/French country cottage look and it looks AMAZING. I was green with envy, even with a new house of my own. She had a delicious spread and Elliot went down for a late nap so we could begin the turkey carnage.
I figured it was downhill from here because, frankly, my daughter loves to eat -- so, no problem, right?
Lane and I glance occasionally at Jane and her plate, filled with turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes and Jell-O salad, as it starts to clear out.
It's only too late that we realize it was clearing out due to the fact that she was methodically dumping it all into her lap.
Awesome.
Into my SIL's tub she went.
Awake goes Elliot, who begins screaming his shrill 6-year-old girly scream.
Lane gets Elliot, hands him to me so he can clean out the highchair so we can feed our screamer and Jane remains contented in the tub washing herself with the shower sponge.
Once the seat was clear and Lane and I have a moment, I pose the fateful question:
Me: "You choose. Feed Elliot or get Jane."
Lane: "I'll get Jane."
Off he saunters to the bathroom, confident he has chosen wisely.
Then the entire table (me, SIL, BIL, 4 nieces and 1 nephew) sees my darling streaker running from the bathroom with toilet paper stuck in her bum.
My inquiry is met with the vision of floating poop.
SIL reassured me it gets better.
I can only hope our display does not discourage her from another invite. Because the food was really good.
And once my cherubs slept, the dishes were completed and I had snuggled up next to Lane, I could reflect with happiness at all my little blessings, floating poop and all.
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We laugh because what parents haven't had the visual, in reality, as it comes with just being a parent. We laugh because we got through it all, as you will too. . .and even be able to laugh as we are now. Some people remind me of some of the antics (Lane climbing out the window during Primary, hiding under tables and probably much more) which are never the things I recall so perhaps it just got better, my memory comtinued to fail, or my recall is that the adults who are now our children are just incredible. It's all a process. . .and what a journey!
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