You might think that a Thanksgiving involving call (mine), emesis (first Elle's then mine), and embryonic mice (the mama mice's) might be considered less than pleasant. But not so. It wouldn't be our family if things proceeded in a standard or drama-free fashion. And, believe it or not, we are thankful for that.
Number of family gatherings attended in a 24 hour peri-Thanksgiving period: 3
Number of family members seen during above festivities: 40
Number of accidents we had in our big girl panties: 0
Number of slabs of dressing I consumed: 7 (Don't judge. I know I have a problem.)
Number of dishes Jay or I cooked: Zero.
Number of "dishes" Elle cooked: 5,384. Have another pancake, PawPaw.
Number of Christmas songs Elle sang over and over during family gatherings: 4. (Silent Night, Jingle Bells, Away in a Manger, and We Wish You a Merry Christmas. Trust me, you don't want to deny her Figgy Pudding. She Will Not go until she gets some.)
Number of hours of fun that can be had with a plastic banana: Probably too many.
Number of times Elle perfectly executed the blessing prior to our meal: 3 (although she did pause once to call people out for not closing their eyes)
Number of times I had to wipe E's tongue off with a paper towel when something offensive came in contact with it: 3
Clearly, some things weren't so offensive.
Number of times my pager went off during Dinner #1: 4 (not bad)
Number of years it will take before I can eat mac and cheese again after seeing it come back up on the way home from Dinner #3... and cleaning it from E, me, her carseat, the floorboard, and neighboring counties: The rest of mine on this earth.
Number of things we have to be thankful for this year: Countless.
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