1. Our Thanksgiving celebration this year started with a visit to Rudy's preschool to see her and her classmates gathered for a feast of apple slices, red grapes, and plates piled high with Smartfood popcorn. While most kids sang the "Hello Mr. Turkey" song for the dozens of parents ready and waiting with their camera phones filming the precious moments, Rudy was quietly drooling onto her brown paper collar. Literally. My kid was the drooler. I like to believe that it's because she got a Smartfood kernel that didn't taste quite right, but even that theory does little to change the fact that during Rudy's first school performance, she was
drooling.
2. It turns out, I
am the type of mother who dresses her daughters in matching dresses. Before the Macy's parade and our visit to Danielle's house, where I debuted a new fall cocktail involving ginger-apple vodka, Marley and Rudy spent about twenty argument-free minutes parallel-playing. Marley was moving briskly through the Cut the Rope holiday edition on Todd's phone, and Rudy was sorting shiny glass beads by color and claiming that she was making a swan.
3. And then we ate and drank our faces off, so much that the table laden with desserts went untouched by the adults, slack-jawed on the couch, and most of the kids, busy running from room to room to concoct new imaginary situations to act out. But you better believe Rudy Toot found herself a spot where she could lick the chocolate frosting off of almost every one of Heather's turkey cupcakes.
4. The rest of the kids, who, cleverly, left plenty of room for dessert by not really eating more then a couple forkfuls of turkey, a spoonful of corn, and three bites of a buttered roll, went after the make-your-own-sundae-bar Danielle set up on her kitchen counter. They are exasperating, and funny, and getting older and wiser and sassier every day. And we have a lot to be thankful for.
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