Tuesday, December 8, 2009

Thanksgiving memories



Ahh the planning, preparing and presenting of Thanksgiving.
I love it! It stimulates me and exhausts me.








I bought a large white tablecloth so it wouldn't clash with my China. I love it and it came with 10 cloth napkins. But alas, it made for a very boring table so I looked for some darker colored napkins or non holiday table runner. My China has dainty pink flowers with silver trim so the Burgandy napkins I found at Penny's were perfect and after my "fall" that day I needed to be done shopping.Little E keeps showing up on my camera. I didn't even get pictures of R and T because they were off doing their own things. Mostly R was playing Mario Kart with CJ. E is just the sweetest little thing and look at her new teeth.
Next Year we will have a baby of our own to love on and take hundreds of pictures of! We had all of our family which was important to me because this was B's first Thanksgiving home since his mission and if L goes this year we wont all be together for a couple more years. Joining us this year were my parents, my sister S from southern Utah and my sister J from just a little south of us along with some friends whose family had plans with thier in-laws. That's just the way it is when your children grow and have other family obligations. I'm learning about that but so far it has all worked well for us.
This was the young table with Wade and his parents. Since my kids have been such good friends with theirs I figured they would be more comfortable with the kids, besides, they do all the kid stuff.
This is how they digested their big meal. I'm glad I didn't get smashed by Big J!

It was also Younger S's birthday so we had German Chocolate cake after our pie. Yum!

Oh yeah, the fall... I was out shopping two days before Thanksgiving and stepped off a curb and totally tripped on.... uhh, nothing. I went down on my left knee scraping it and hit my hip on the edge of the curb making a bruise. Next I put my hands out to catch myself and scraped both heels of my hands and took a piece of skin off the palm of my hand at the base of my thumb. (Imagine trying to keep a band-aid on that area and have your hands in the water all the time) Well, then I had enough momentum going that I went right over my hands and did some pretty good damage to the muscles, tendons or whatever makes your hand work, of my left hand. and continued on to hit my shoulder and the left side of my face. Commical, no? Oddly enough I don't thing anyone saw it happen and I got back to my car to stop the bleeding on my hand and assess the damage. When I realized I could still move I went to the next store and continued my shopping just holding my very sore left hand closely in front of me. The next thought was "Oh no! I have a perm to do in 2 hours!" I got to the salon and took some Ibuprofen and went to lunch with D. I worked and flexed my hand as much as I could and by the time we were done eating I had regained most of the motion in my hand and went back and did a splendid perm. I had another one the next day and had to loosen up for that too. Now, two weeks later the only things that hurt are sweeping (after every haircut) and tying my shoes. Big movements and small movements.

To end the day fabulously D called me an hour before I was to come home and told me he was heading to Insta Care to get stiches in his hand! He has been building a trailer and cutting metal. He had a cutting blade on his metal grinder and it caught the metal weird, jumped and hit him on his first nuckle. If the thing is made to cut metal imagine what it could do to even a gloved hand. Yeah, it wasn't that bad and didn't hit the bone but it cut the joint pocket. (I didn't know there was such a thing) so the Doctor wanted to wait for a hand specialist but after an hour of waiting D talked the Doc into stitching it and letting him go home. So we managed the next couple of days including Thanksgiving prep with two gimpy left hands and sharing a latex glove so we could keep moisture off our wounds and germs out of our food. Aren't you glad you didn't eat at our house? Haha

Oddly enough, with our two injuries the pain we still feel is in about the same place. We just have that tight of a bond between us.
Now we prepare for Christmas!!!!


More later

1 comment:

Joni said...

I'm glad we ate at your house!

And E is the cutest thing ever.