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rathbone
Lovin' The Homestead
I am getting sentimental. Well I have always been sentimental but it is getting worse every year. I will assume that is age creeping up on me and vesting every moment with my family with some special kind of glow.
Thanksgiving was all I could imagine it to be:
We made homemade bread (several times because we couldn't stop eating it) and taught the little boys how to braid the dough to make fancy rolls. We made caramel rolls for breakfast and husband made lots of salsa. We woke up in the mornings and piled into the beds together and took turns reading to the boys - and listening to the boys read to us. (we all co-sleep so there is one big bedroom with no dressers -just lots of beds) Amarante is just now learning to read and we all patiently listened to "I see. I see Sam." over and over. Armando read a chapter of Spiderwick to us each day. We threw the boys outside to play on their scooters (weather is in the high 70's) while the girls and I sewed together. (that translates to me sewing and them sitting and talking to me). We made up a lot of fancy toilet cloths for Tatiana now that she has purchased her very own home.
Now if only my family cloth were so color coordinated.
While everyone was out doing that black friday thing, we butchered a few roosters and made a huge pot of chicken mole. We played board games like candyland and operation. We played a lot of cards - a lot of go fish with the little men. We danced and sang to old favorites. My husband just shook his head and headed out to do something under the hood of a car. We made campfires and toasted marshmallows. We played frisbee. We laughed and laughed and laughed.
Oh yes, and we ate the requisite turkey too. I guess that makes Thanksgiving complete.
Armando learning to braid cinnamon rolls and shaking his buns to "tangerine speedo".
cinnamon rolls with caramel sauce
Thanksgiving was all I could imagine it to be:
We made homemade bread (several times because we couldn't stop eating it) and taught the little boys how to braid the dough to make fancy rolls. We made caramel rolls for breakfast and husband made lots of salsa. We woke up in the mornings and piled into the beds together and took turns reading to the boys - and listening to the boys read to us. (we all co-sleep so there is one big bedroom with no dressers -just lots of beds) Amarante is just now learning to read and we all patiently listened to "I see. I see Sam." over and over. Armando read a chapter of Spiderwick to us each day. We threw the boys outside to play on their scooters (weather is in the high 70's) while the girls and I sewed together. (that translates to me sewing and them sitting and talking to me). We made up a lot of fancy toilet cloths for Tatiana now that she has purchased her very own home.
Now if only my family cloth were so color coordinated.
While everyone was out doing that black friday thing, we butchered a few roosters and made a huge pot of chicken mole. We played board games like candyland and operation. We played a lot of cards - a lot of go fish with the little men. We danced and sang to old favorites. My husband just shook his head and headed out to do something under the hood of a car. We made campfires and toasted marshmallows. We played frisbee. We laughed and laughed and laughed.
Oh yes, and we ate the requisite turkey too. I guess that makes Thanksgiving complete.
Armando learning to braid cinnamon rolls and shaking his buns to "tangerine speedo".
cinnamon rolls with caramel sauce