Holiday Scene

I got up a little early this morning, before the kids woke up, so that I could put the turkey in the brine.  It was getting brighter out as I stashed the brining bucket in the unheated sunroom, then checked my email while I heard the kids start to wake up over the monitor.  It was nice to make my way through my usual set of websites without the kids trying to drag me away from the computer.

Now, the kids are up but still in their footie pajamas.  Daniel is dragging around the blanket his grandmother made for him, funky and damp and discolored from always sucking at the corners, but none will replace it.  Good thing their great-grandmother made an identical one for Rebecca, but she prefers the Project Linus blanket from the NICU.  Rebecca is scampering around in her pink-striped pajamas, and has already requested to put her favorite backpack haan-ah.

I think we’ve already read six or seven books. M has made a rare early appearance in the living room and is reading books eight and nine while I blog.  I’ve got the soundtrack from Finding Neverland playing on iTunes, a spectacular Sunday morning kind of album if ever there were one.

It will be a quiet day, and even the cooking isn’t out of hand.  My sister-in-law is bringing dessert and cranberry sauce, M is in charge of the potatoes.  That leaves me with the turkey, which will sit in its salty bath until the kids go down for their afternoon nap, and the green beans, which can also wait until this afternoon.  We’ll pull the kids up to the dining room table, and we’ll all eat an early dinner together.  Maybe watch a movie after they go to bed.  Small and quiet, quite a contrast to what will be the crowded (and beloved) insanity of Christmas.  But so far, here at 8:00 on Thanksgiving morning, a lovely day.

Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!