While I was solo parenting for the majority of our vacation, we were fortunate enough to be able to have daddy fly out and join us a few days before and after the holiday. What a treat! He came in during the night, and snuck into bed beside us. The girls were so happy when they woke Wednesday morning–what a surprise!
This was my first year cooking an entire Thanksgiving meal (other than the bird, my mom was in charge of turkey). I started the Monday before and did one or two dishes a day. It all came together so well, with no stress at all (though the wine may have played a part in that as well). I’m not sure if I have ever felt so proud of a meal I put together.
We made a gratitude tree in the days leading up to Thanksgiving and filled it with things we feel thankful for. Lucy’s leafs took up about 75% of the tree. It was such a treat to read through them all.
Mid meal it started hailing, which left us with the ultimate treat–a rainbow!
I hope you and yours had a happy holiday as well.
What a whirlwind the past two weeks have been. Flying solo with young kids alone is no laughing matter–and I am so happy to be home and done with the traveling. If you can imagine, I, with June strapped to my chest, carried an enormous backpack on my back filled with the few valuables I decided to bring, as well as backup clothes for the girls, snacks, coloring books, crayons, two baby dolls, diapers, wipes, water bottles, books, and my laptop. I also had a carry on bag with a portable DVD player and movies to keep the big kid entertained en route to our destination along with my camera and lenses. We were all layered up, because going from our low desert and 70-80 degree weather in California to the high desert of Taos, meant we had had to be prepared. We layered well, and after shedding sweaters in the airport they were tied onto my already overweight backpack. Getting two car seats to our destination was no easy task. A friend lent me her umbrella stroller and showed me how to stack the car seats and bungee chord them to the stroller in order to transport them to the gate to check. We were certainly a site at the airport–and I don’t think I have ever received so many sideways glances, words of encouragement, or all around attention. Oh, and there was the exactly 50 pounds of clothes in an ugly purple rolling duffle that we thankfully deposited promptly upon arriving at the airport.
Whew. I am happy that is all over. Here are a few pictures from our first week out there. Lots of snow, far too much sugar, and lots of FaceTime with daddy.