Late late lately late late.
It’s so late to be posting, but, who cares. No one pays me to do this, so there’s no deadlines. Just me feeling a bit sheepish about just getting around to write about our wonderful Thanksgingukkah long weekend.
We had never done Thanksgiving by ourselves before. We’ve hosted family at our place the past few years and the years before we had children we spent at our folks’ place. I was nervous that it wouldn’t be enough. That I wouldn’t make it special enough or we’d find ourselves bored after a while. I’ve never been happier to report that I was wrong.
I cooked a smallish feast on Thanksgiving. Nothing too crazy or over the top. I tried to take it easy on myself because I knew I’d be juggling to kids while doing the cooking. But since it was just us four, I could skimp on a lot of the extra pomp and circumstance and just cook the main things that we like. You know: turkey, gravy, mashed potatoes, stuffing, etc.. no extra glam. The most exciting thing I did was cook a pumpkin pie from scratch. I had never done that before and it turned out great!
So our thanksgiving was lovely and quiet and cozy. And that night we lit our menorah and played dreidel until bedtime.
On Friday we hopped over to our local nursery and bought ourselves a fine lookin Christmas tree. I love picking out a tree. But even more than that I love to bring it home and fill my home with the smell of pine. Decorating it this year was better than ever before. Because for the first time ever, I had little hands that were just the perfect age to dangle candy canes from branches. And she loved be involved.
Saturday we packed up turkey salad, beer and a few other picnic essentials and took ourselves on a little outdoor adventure to a sweet fresh water retreat in Oakland. This might have been one of the last warm days we’ll feel for a while. So it was great to soak that in.
And on the fourth and final day of this incredibly enjoyable and stress free holiday we head over to Jack London Square in Oakland for the Farmer’s Market. We got Sadie’s face painted like a cheetah. Best thing I’ve ever done in life. For the rest of the day she would only speak to us in roars. She also took it upon herself to sneak up behind unsuspecting strangers and pop out and ROAR. It was super fantastic. We grabbed a wood fired pizza from one of the market booths and headed over to Heinhold’s Last Saloon and had ourselves some beers in the sun while we ate pizza and held a sleeping baby. Sadie kept busy running around pouncing and roaring at pigeons and other bypassers. And would occasionally come take a quick bite of pizza. It’s hard work being a cheetah.
To sum it all up, I am the mayor of Braggerton. But, I really really really enjoyed this holiday weekend and wanted to share. And while I am on the subject of bragging…. Our little man turned 3 months during the holiday break. He is doing so great and couldn’t possibly be any better of a baby or cuter. We love him so. He is such a great new part to our family. Cheers to that, and cheers to you.