Thanksgiving

Left to our own devices this past Turkey Day, we decided to still go all out with a Thanksgiving feast. We invited some strays, and our friend Andrea (co-worker and babysitter extraordinaire) joined us.
Modern technology told us in many ways our turkey was done - and early! So we stepped up the side dishes and, with 10 minutes to feast time, started to carve the turkey ... only to find it's underside was raw. It was like a big, 12-pound sack of salmonella. We stuck it back in the oven, and tried to wait patiently for more than an hour while it cooked. It was worth the wait!
Holden was a good sport and sported his pilgrim costume from his daycare Thanksgiving celebration. He and the other fair-haired child, Katelyn, were pilgrims - while the rest of his class, the brunette-headed kids, were the Indians. This was their teacher's idea. They reinacted the pilgrims sailing in the Mayflower to find land, where they met the Indians. Apparently, Holden was told: "Some of the Indians were killed, and they went to heaven." So many things wrong with that lesson, I don't even know where to begin. Thank God most of that stuff doesn't stick.
After dinner, Andrea did a turkey craft project with Holden where she wrote for him on little colorful feathers things that he was thankful for. On his own, he came up with his Mommy and Daddy. He only needed a little prompting before he said Riley. Then he just looked around and came up with gems like "walls," "high-chair" and "candles."