The food was wonderful. My sister prepares the entire meal herself and it is a masterpiece. Everything was delicious, from the sage turkey gravy to the pecan and cream cheese pie. I ate so much I made myself sick.
I'd do it again if I had the chance.
I was wrong when I predicted that Michael would only eat pumpkin pie and whipped cream. This year he refused the pie too and only ate the whipped cream. This kid has no idea what he's missing out on. My sister's sausage stuffing is to die for. Oh well, that just left more for me to eat.
And, eat it I did.
Michael enjoyed seeing the family and getting attention heaped onto him. But, I don't think he really got the idea of what being thankful means. I'm not much for the touchy-feely stuff, but I do think Michael should grow up respecting the fact that he has a very good life and is surrounded by people who love him very much. He's too young to fully grasp that now, but I think it's important to set examples from an early age. So, in between dinner and dessert I talked with him about being thankful and what I'm thankful for. I went around the room and told him why I was thankful for each person there. I thought it was a very sweet and important moment.
My family, on the other hand, suggested that maybe I'd had a few too many drinks. Considering I had only had half a glass of wine and my comments were along the lines of "I'm thankful for Uncle Eric because he kept Aunt Bubbles from killing me when we were kids," I think my show of emotions made a few people feel a little uncomfortable. Oh well, that's their problem, not mine. I love my family and I don't care if they can handle that or not.
Don't worry. I didn't torture them for too long. We were back to playing fart noises on our smart phones in just a few minutes. Serious just doesn't hold up well at family gatherings.
Michael behaved very well through about 45 minutes of the meal. That's longer than I expected. When he did start to fidget and complain, I let him out of his chair to do as he pleased. My sister has two beagles, so her house is more child proof than my house is. I figured he was safe on his own.
It didn't take long before he had joined the dog pack. At one point I glanced under the table and Michael, Duke and Squeak were all dog piled on each other. It was very cute.
The dog play continued even after the meal was over. I'm very glad my sister's dogs are very tolerant because Michael got about as in their space as possible.
It started like this.
About here is where I expected things to go wrong, but I guess the dogs just figured Michael was one more puppy.