Thanksgiving

I wish I could say that E. was able to enjoy a big Thanksgiving feast of turkey and all the fixings, but that was not the case.  He had a few bites of a quesadilla for breakfast, a couple of sips of an Ensure for lunch and that was about it.  He watched a bit of the parade and opened his eyes for football now and again.  In spite of all that, he was glad to be home.

Even before E. went into the hospital, I had a feeling that cooking a big Thanksgiving meal might not work out so well and wound up ordering pre-made turkey and ham meals (along with all the sides) from Raley's.  (Those of you that know E. and know how much he likes to cook, can imagine how this didn't sit well with him.)  A big shout out to Morgan for heating everything up and making Thanksgiving dinner happen ... it actually was all super yummy!


And just to share a funny conversation I had with Peanut when he crawled into bed with E. and I this morning:

Me:  "Peanut, today is Thanksgiving and we have lots of things to be thankful for.  What are you thankful for?"

Peanut:  "Corn."

Me:  "Corn???"  What?  Like popcorn?  Or regular corn?"

Peanut:  "Just regular corn."

Me:  "That's nice.  Anything else?

Peanut:  "No.  Just corn."

Me:  "Well, I'm thankful for you.  And I'm thankful that daddy is home from the hospital.  How about you."

Peanut:  "I'm thankful for corn.  I really like corn."

So there you have it.  We all have to be thankful for something.  And Peanut is thankful for corn.  (Shut it Amy and your "Secret Love of Corn Society."  There is something wrong with you people.  Haha.)