I think this was one of my favorite Thanksgivings ever. My parents came for a few days, and we sat by a roaring fire eating food and pie and watching our favorite Christmas movies. We ordered some food and I cooked the rest. Minus a cornbread disaster in which I forgot a crucial ingredient, everything was delicious, AND I still have almost an entire pumpkin pie to eat all by myself. This is the true reason I never got rid of my maternity pants. Gracie was so excited my parents were here that she ran laps around the house with her walker while screaming her head off. My dad brought her an early Christmas gift. I sent him a picture of a toddler latch board I saw online, and he recreated it for Gracie. For a kid obsessed with opening, closing, buckling, snapping, and zipping things, she's in heaven.
We didn't do any Black Friday shopping, but we did go out for Chinese food, ice cream, and coffee. And then mom and I wandered around the local yarn shop picking out knitting patterns, as us young and hip women do. They left on Saturday, and to cope with the sadness we pulled out the Christmas decorations. We were wrapping the tree with lights while we watched OSU beat Michigan in double overtime, and even though I don't usually care about football, I was jumping up and down screaming. If I were Gracie, I would've done laps around the house with the walker. I spent Saturday and Sunday evening watching the Gilmore Girls revival and feeling every feeling there is to feel. I have a hunch my overthinking of the whole thing is the cause for my current case of insomnia.
And now we're back to real life, and I woke up with my fourth...FOURTH...illness of the last two months. Never in my life have I been sick this much at once. I think this calls for pumpkin pie and another viewing of Gilmore Girls.
Also, if you think of it, please send up a prayer for Ohio State. There was an active shooter (or stabber?) on campus this morning which is only a few miles away from us.