And when I say “marathon,” I have two meanings:
First, we had a weekend of nonstop fun, with one activity after the other.
Secondly, Jeff & Ella literally ran in a marathon. A kids’ marathon.
It was only 1.2 miles, finishing off a cumulative 25 miles they had run on their own. Hooray for the ability to watch episodes of Ninjago while running on a treadmill! Ella ran with Grandpa Randy and finished faster. I think Grandpa kept up the pace and Eleanor had to work to stay with him.
It was a fun thing to do, but over so quickly! By the time Grandma Kathryn, William, and I walked from the starting line to the stadium at Seattle Center, the first kids were already crossing the finish line. I don’t know if we’ll do it again next year, but it was fun to do just once.
BUT ENOUGH WITH THAT HEALTHY STUFF! BRING ON THE PHOTOS OF A TABLE!
AND THOSE PERSONS SEATED AROUND THE AFOREMENTIONED TABLE!
EVIDENCE OF ROLL-MAKING MESS!
AND SUBSEQUENT ROLLS!
Oh, hot buttery rolls. I could curl up in you like a sleeping bag.
This is William’s “thankful turkey,” which he made in school. He has decided that Thanksgiving is his favorite holiday, mainly because he likes to eat turkey. Seriously, the first thing he did on the morning of Nov. 1 was bounce down the stairs in a brown shirt and orange pants, “because this is my turkey costume, Mom!” and then did a “turkey dance” around the kitchen.
I am especially proud of the Thanksgiving edible “extras” I made this year. Such as: bichermuesli and pumpkin smoothies to eat with cinnamon rolls for Thanksgiving breakfast (what else would you consume while watching all 3 hours of the Macy’s Thanksgiving Parade?) News flash: my kids don’t like pumpkin smoothies. Because they have taste buds made of alien cardboard, is what I’m guessing.
Also, I’m proud of the apple cider sorbet and “cheese” ice cream. I told my guests that I had to choose between giving them clean bathrooms, or homemade ice cream. They all thought I made the right call.
Later that weekend: a viewing of Frozen (I now cannot get the soundtrack out of my head)
The Sound of Music Sing-a-Long in Edmonds. The kids went as “brown paper packages tied up with string”
Dinner at the Cheesemonger’s Table (our new favorite restaurant, where they bring you yummy little boards of assorted cheeses, breads, and roasted veggies)
Annnnnd . . . a viewing of the Nutcracker at the Pacific Northwest Ballet. I wasn’t planning to go this year, but it’s really all Eleanor wanted for Christmas.
Grandma Kathryn and Aunt Kristen & Uncle Sven came along. While I nodded off during Act One, Eleanor sat enraptured, applauding loudly after each dance.
While I nodded off during Act Two, she grabbed my arm and whispered, “Oh, Mom thank you so much for bringing me to the Nutcracker!”
And during intermission: twirling. So, it was worth it.
And many naps were enjoyed by all.