Our Thanksgiving turned out accidentally splendid. After truly sort of dreading it, I really enjoyed myself. I think my stomach would argue though. We're still in a fight. I ate and ate. In my next life, I would like to be made out of mashed sweet potatoes so every now and then I can just lick myself.

On T day, Peter said "I'm going to get a bird." And he did. As I said before, I just sort of dropped the ball on getting supplies because I felt stuck and just wanted the holiday over quite honestly. In true PGP form, he saved the day and injected much needed humor and a boost of love into the day.

We made the whole traditional meal and it was scrumptious. The kids had milk in wine glasses to "be fancy" and I cozied up to several glasses of champagne. We toasted to each other and happily gobbled the grub.

Finn celebrated the day with lots of crafting and cutting. Notice that the paper isn't the only thing he has cut.

He cut a huge chunk of his hair. When I asked him why he cut his hair he said "Mom, I needed a haircut. So I cut it."

Of course.

Yes, that is a bald spot. I have yet to fix it. It adds to his maniacal persona. I don't want to buzz it so I'm going to have the hairdresser try to salvage something. He's been sick these last few days though, so it'll have to wait.

While Finn was chopping, Hadley was wiggling. On Saturday afternoon, she lost her first tooth!

Then a few hours later, she lost ANOTHER one!

Both bottom front teeth had been wiggly and sure enough they came out the same day. She squealed with delight and just kept throwing her arms up in the air and saying "YESssssssssssssss!" Actually the first thing she said was "I'm so going to make the tooth chart at school." Which is so great, I want to have it put on a T-shirt. I think she was disappointed there wasn't more blood.

The next day, Peter insisted we go to a tree farm to cut down on our tree. Last year, we paid WAY too much for a pre cut tree from a lot but this year Peter put his foot down and refused. I would have very happily forked over extra dough to avoid the hassle of tromping around in the cold, wet weather to find a tree but...I let the man win this one because he just kept talking about how great it was going to be.

And I let him say "I told you so..." the rest of the day because it was lovely.

We went to Trinity Tree Farm. It was 50 degrees and the sun was shining. Everyone was in a good mood. Perfect. I think Peter's good mood came from the fact that he got to cut something down. I'm sure he wished he had his chain saw, purely for the testosterone factor, not because he actually needed it.

There was even a little kiddie train.

So, I think I've got my head out of my arse and am going to try to celebrate the season. To enjoy simple pleasures and not expect too much. My favorite simple pleasure lately is the Vince Guaraldi Trio Charlie Brown Christmas album. It's on heavy rotation around here.