For a few years we have hosted three other families in our home on Thanksgiving. We always really enjoyed this because all of our family lives so far away and I couldn't see any point in making a Thanksgiving feast just for us. It was always a ton of work but a ton of fun.
But this year I got lazy.
Maybe it's the new-ish third child and the busy church calling. Maybe I'm still getting over my bout with the flu. (Seriously, I still don't feel back to 100% of my old energy level.) Maybe it's because all three of my children have conspired against me so that one of them has woken me up just about every single night for the past two months. Or maybe it's because I knew we'd be wearing ourselves out potty training Josh the next day. (More on that later.)
Whatever the reason, this year I got lazy. I was ready to serve my family turkey sandwiches and call it good. Fortunately, our friends and neighbors, Angela and Shannon Polmateer, invited us over this year. The Polmateers also have three boys, which promised, at the very least, an entertaining evening.
I took homemade rolls, a veggie platter, garlicky green beans, pumpkin spice cake, and cherry pie. Needless to say, with our food and theirs we had enough for 50 people, not the six adults and six children present. (The Sister Missionaries were also there.)
Now of course I forgot to get a picture of everyone at the table. But I did manage to get this one of the four oldest boys just before we ate.
And then I got a bunch of all the boys (including the dads) wrestling after dinner. Because after stuffing yourself silly what you really need is a good wrassle, right?
And I got this cute one of Austin holding Cole. (Austin is great - he and Bolton pick Spencer up and take him to the bus stop every morning.)
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