We did our Thanksgiving turkey dinner today in the hopes that tomorrow could be restful. The food was really good, but the day and especially the dinner were very trying. Some days just feel like every moment is a battle. Every minute, a toddler is either breaking something, making an epic mess, teetering on the edge of danger, banging his head on the floor in frustration (which is now Brendan’s thing), or just plain having an all out meltdown.
I barely remember eating, but I managed to eat way too much anyway!

Earlier in the day, Trevor “helped” in the kitchen.
“Let me tell you how all this ground beef got in the truck”

Washing dishes means I had to mop the floor too

Two boys, two drumsticks! Should be perfect, right?

Trevor just wanted eggnog for dinner

Brendan licked a fork with gravy on it.

Then he hid the food from his tray under the table cloth

I tried to get a picture of Brendan modelling his hat

I feel this way too

I am grateful for my family, even on days that they push me to my limits. Even though it was utter chaos, I am glad that we were able to sit at the table together and have a traditional meal.

We are sorry that Gramma is still so sick, and we hope things start to turn around soon. Feel better!