Oh, and my cousin Jessica had her baby on Thanksgiving evening. They didn't find out the gender and they kept the name a surprise. Her name is Harper and she is absolutely adorable. And the craziest part? On the McCauley side there are 7 granddaughters and now 2 great granddaughters. No boys. What are the odds? Clearly not 50%!
What I am not looking forward to: Going back to work after 5 days off.
Week in review:
Our loving father agreed to watch all four granddogs while we went up to our grandparent's house. He gave them each a bone and they were almost gone by the time we left my sister's house.
My grandma made scalloped cabbage which is my FAVORITE. I know she kept her pregnant granddaughter in mind while planning the Thanksgiving meal.
She's laughing because I asked her where the other pan was for everyone else to eat… since that 9x13" dish was just for me.
Green beans picked and canned by my grandmother herself!
I found a heart-shaped potato while peeling
Ehren practiced his "father of a daughter" skills and braided my cousin Kacia's hair. It was entertaining to watch but he actually did a pretty good job. And Josh is totally judging every cross over.
Yep… still separating the hair into three pieces…..
Focused with a furrowed brow and everything.
Wait, what is this? Is this my grandmother sitting down on Thanksgiving Day?! I felt like a National Geographic photographer getting this rare image.
My dad has always smoked a giant turkey for our big family get togethers. He's always enjoyed cooking the turkey but he absolutely hates turkey. He has suggested before to do Calvin Trillin's alternative Thanksgiving dinner idea: spaghetti carbonara. He says that if Christopher Columbus discovered America then we should have an Italian meal instead of turkey. My sister and I decided to surprise him with this meal plan.
The week before Thanksgiving when we were all hanging out, dad said "hey, I have an idea, instead of turkey we should do the alt--" and then we abruptly interrupted him saying "no, dad! We want to try and make a traditional turkey since it's our first Thanksgiving hosting!" He totally believed us. He even texted us tips on defrosting a turkey if we bought a frozen one.
So when he came over for Thanksgiving, me, the type A, planner-of-a-daughter said: "So, dad, how do you cook a turkey?" He looked at me, bewildered, "well, how are you going to cook it?" I said, shrugging, "I don't know, I haven't thought about that part yet." His jaw drops. We wait a second and then say "Just kidding! We're going to have the alternative Thanksgiving dinner… spaghetti carbonara!" He was thrilled, surprised, and immediately much more excited about dinner.
The great thing about spaghetti carbonara? All you do is boil some spaghetti, crisp some bacon, add some wine, mix some eggs with parmesan and pecorino romano, then pour over the hot pasta. That's it. It comes together in minutes and way less likely to get screwed up.
The pasta was yummy and the blueberry pie turned out pretty darn well for our first "completely from scratch" pie attempt. After digesting that giant meal, Ehren and I headed to Meade the next morning with our fur child in tow. He got so excited that he was going for a ride but he wasn't sure where he was going. And because of that, it took him until Emporia (an hour and a half away) to finally calm down and lie down in the back seat.
At one point, he rolled down the window when we were going 70mph. Scared the crap out of us! Child locks on from now on.
When we were in Meade, we were looking through old pictures. This may be one of my favorite pictures of Ehren of all time. I mean, he's in a hotel room, naked, eating McDonald's and holding
I envision many pictures like this one with Ehren giving the kisses to our daughter.
Benefits of having a doctor in the family and running a small town clinic? A little doppler session to hear the heartbeat on a Saturday.
I think I fell more in love with him when I read that note from his teacher.
I end this lengthy Thanksgiving post with this picture of Ava. This little hot mess is Ehren's parents' dog. And this picture is a good representation of how I felt after our Thanksgivings that encompassed almost the entire state of Kansas.
Cheers to a long, family-filled, stomach-stuffed weekend. It does a pregnant lady good.