Holiday Fun

I'm sure you're wondering just where in the world my Thanksgiving recap post is. If so, look no further. You've arrived. We made lots of good ole Paula Deen food and really indulged ourselves. And when I say we, I don't mean me. Captain J did almost all of the cooking. His mom brought with them some gravy and stuffing, but the rest of the chow was made by that delightful husband of mine. Seriously, I didn't lift a finger. It was awesome.

We fried a turkey (again I didn't...I tried to nap)...

We gathered 'round the food...

We were merry. Cray K wanted nothing to do with mashed potatoes, sweet potato souffle, salad, turkey, gravy, stuffing, stuffed mushrooms, cheddar and chive biscuits, banana cream pie, cranberry sauce, and/or pecan bars. THIS CHILD. I mean, what 15 month old doesn't like mashed potatoes? He's going to have a rough time fitting in if we ever move back to the real south. Bless his heart.

I went to bed with a full tummy only to wake up the next morning to go to a doctor appointment telling me that I had lost weight over the holiday! Score?

That day, Captain J and I got some much needed time alone thanks to his parents watching the little one for us. K did so well with them. I've heard tell that he didn't cry until about five minutes before we got home. It was a glorious couple of hours where we could pretend we were back in our carefree dating days (well, ya know, aside from my massive pregnant middle). First, we treated ourselves to Starbucks. Decaf Pumpkin Spice Latte, thank you very much. Then, we drove off toward the local movie theatre to see...

I know, I know. I'm that girl. Allow me to explain-

The movies aren't that good. I know this, but I can't simply stop seeing them. I read the books after a quite depressing Harry Potter hangover. I was grasping at straws trying to find another saga to throw myself into. While the books are no Harry Potter, they were decent enough to help with the sting.

I'm glad the movies are over. Breaking Dawn Part 2 was pretty good. The first five minutes were completely cheesy and I wondered if I would make it through the rest of the movie without having to fight the urge to roll my eyes. It got a lot better and I'm happy to have gotten the opportunity to see it on the big screen. That's a rarity in my life these days, ya know.

The following day, Captain J's parents left to head back home, but not before gifting me with this lovely shade of red:

It's called An Affair in Red Square and it's now gracing my newly chewed fingernails. Ugh. Let the process of not biting my nails begin again. I love this color. It's a festive, smooth red.

What's up with you? How was your Thanksgiving holiday?