Thanksgiving at Plymouth....
We were thrilled to have my dad and Kim visit for Thanksgiving weekend. We spent Thanksgiving day at Plimoth w/the pilgrims.

Looking at "the rock". You'd expect so much more, but it's just a rock!

Of course my kids favorite part of the Plimoth Plantation was the roaming animals. Made them feel like home!

Emma caught a chicken and Sarah a goat.

My favorite part was completely grossing out Sarah while posing for this picture.

And of course, what's a trip w/out a few 2 year old tantrums?

The Mayflower II.

And finally, our Thanksgiving Feast. We stepped back into the year 1838, when Thanksgiving was made a national holiday. The food and entertainment were wonderful. (Truly the best part was that I didn't have to cook or clean anything up though!)

And I know this is going to be hard to believe, but we made it through the meal with out even one spill!!! I had forgotten a sippee, so even my 2 year old was drinking from a goblet!

So during dinner I asked for a box to take the leftover turkey on our table home in, there was a lot! I got a look from our server like I was the first person to have ever asked for one. She went back and asked, and came back saying that it was against health code. So I decided we would have to smuggle it out....way too much yummy turkey breast to get thrown out. I decided I had room in my purse, and since I didn't want to have to mail back a table napkin, I borrowed my dad's CLEAN hanky, wrapped it nicely, and tucked that steaming warm turkey in my leather purse. I was down by my feet, and a few minutes later I noticed Jacob down there pulling it out. I said, "Jacob! Put that back!" and explained why turkey was in my purse. His blue eyes got wide and he whispered, "and so we have to sneak it?" What am I teaching my kids?? I am teaching them to be RESOURCEFUL and not waste food! The turkey made it home, but once we walked in the house I got distracted by trying to get the kitchen light to work, baby on hip crying--needing to be in bed, etc, and set everything down on the counter. The dog was barking, and I yelled at Emma to feed her dog Thanksgiving dinner. I got busy putting Luke to bed, and about 5 minutes later Emma came upstairs with "uh, Mom, I think Duchess got her Thanksgiving dinner". Yes, my DOG at all the turkey!!! All that work for nothing. Just a few crumbs left on the floor. I usually know better than to leave food out, just got caught up in the chaos....

Definitely a very memorable Thanksgiving!! Thanks Dad!