This week we've been asked to blog about our Thanksgiving traditions. Our family always goes to my Aunt M's house in Bellingham. She roasts a turkey and everyone else adds to the meal in some way. My family living in the Bellingham always come and usually my friend Leesa. Many of my aunt's friends drop in throughout the day as well.
Today my kids cut fall leaves out of construction paper and stapled them onto a long piece of yarn to make a streamer decoration. We will decorate my aunt's house with the streamers when we get there. (We will enlist Leesa's help because she is a good little worker (joke)). I made an earl grey tea and spice cranberry sauce recipe that I found in the November issue of Sunset magazine (Note: I don't have a subscription, but there is a little thrift store at the dump here and my husband likes to buy magazines for a quarter. Imagine finding current magazines for 25 cents!) and I made my now famous cranberry pecan pie. My family really isn't fond of pecan pie. Everyone knows I really make the pie for my friend, Leesa, who will allow one slice for everyone and then take the pie and pie plate home with her for her own consumption. I can only hope to get my pie plate back someday.
Thanksgiving day for us is such a happy chaotic day of kids and family. I enjoy it immensely every year. Last year, my uncle brought our three older kids these pumper soft rockets. They were shooting them all over the house and it was loud and chaotic, but fun. The year before I think it was balloon chasing. There was a time in my life when I would have dreaded being around a bunch of noisy kids, but now I hardly hear the noise.
)). I made an earl grey tea and spice cranberry sauce recipe that I found in the November issue of Sunset magazine (Note: I don't have a subscription, but there is a little thrift store at the dump here and my husband likes to buy magazines for a quarter. 
Imagine finding current magazines for 25 cents!) and I made my now famous cranberry pecan pie. My family really isn't fond of pecan pie. Everyone knows I really make the pie for my friend, Leesa, who will allow one slice for everyone and then take the pie and pie plate home with her for her own consumption. I can only hope to get my pie plate back someday.
The year before I think it was balloon chasing. There was a time in my life when I would have dreaded being around a bunch of noisy kids, but now I hardly hear the noise.
