Thanksgiving Antics

So I did it. I hauled my tiny trio over to my father's for Thanksgiving.

I plotted and planned for optimum baby happiness and warned the Daddy type person that we may be 1 or 130 getting over there for lunch.

He was actually okay with the idea for once. Even my Granddaddy seemed not to mind the notion.

Morning on Thursday came, and the kids were up at the usual time having waffles and wondering WHY they were made to watch the parade instead of cartoons.

Kai cried at first until the NBC version of the coverage began and the Broadway parts came across the screen.

Then, he became transfixed to the television set and refused to budge off of his rocking horse, ignoring his sibling’s attempts to get their turn!

Naptime came early for the triplets, and they went down for their nap about 930.

This at least gave me time to say, "Happy Birthday, Wake up!" to Bregon and start getting dressed.

As we had been Black Friday shopping on Wednesday night to try and avoid the crazy throngs of people, I had to put the new van back in order as well as get decent enough to go in public.

The van went back together surprisingly quick and Bregon and I even were able to re-buckle the car seats in across the backseat without any trouble!

I went up and brought the babies down for their lunch/snack about noon which is really an hour or so earlier than usual.

About the time I was doling out tiny portions of chicken strips and french fries, my phone rang.

It was baby sister, calling to see where we were. Husband let her know that the babies were having first lunch and that we would be there about 1 or 130 as originally planned.

We actually made it over to Daddy's by 1 which really was impressive considering.

Dressing the children was a feat unto itself as both boys had new shoes which they LOVE to play with, but hate to wear.

In fact, hi-tops actually make Kian cry...A LOT!

I managed to master baby booster seat assembly 101 and actually get the little camping style seats open and attached to the dining room chairs somehow.

Daddy was feeling very adventurous and had decided that it would be fun to let the babies sit at the table-literally.

He didn't think about the possibilities of what 1 year olds do to things like table clothes, placemats and plates!

Overall, the babies did wonderfully. Kai only CONSIDERED tossing dressing at my Daddy as I was able to intercept the gooey ball that he was working on amassing before it was able to be put into motion!

He also discovered that his new shoes make the most loveliest sound when kicking the underside of the table.

In fact, he rather found it like drumming, which really was what it sounded like!

Kian discovered that real silverware, particularly spoons, can be fun.

Not only are they pretty and shiny, but they make the most loveliest noise when applied to the likes of wood, ceramic and even glass.

Vivienne just sat at the table like a lady-baby and watched her cousin Zoe like a hawk, as she has become quite fascinated with the idea of being a big girl just like her!

We managed to survive dinner, but there was one tiny person missing, my nephew.

He is 2 and was busy having his second nap of the day while we had been busy eating.

His crib is in what used to be Daddy's living room but has since been converted to a sort of office/bedroom.

At the end of lunch, he sort of rolled over in bed and started talking to Bregon and his sister, Killian.

As my kids had quite finished their lunch and had been better than anyone had imagined, we decided not to tempt fate, and let them down to go and play.

This was a great idea and worked well until it dawned on my nephew that those were HIS toys that my tiny trio happened to be playing with.

As this would never do, he ran in to the den to try and save his toys.

All of the toys seemed in great danger and he was going to be their defender.

Unfortunately, his plan of attack was a little too extreme for my 1 year olds.

This was our signal that the day was basically over, so we said our Goodbye's and headed home.

Once we were home, it was time for Bregon's second birthday cake and a second round of presents.

Husband grabbed the can of icing, popped off the writing tip and went to town decorating the little cake.

Bregon and I put the babies into their little seats and we all had a nice round of birthday cake.

We let him open the rest of his presents (he had the first round for his birthday party the Friday before.)

He spent the entire evening playing with his new remote control helicopter. Those things are SUPER cool!

All in all our day went much better than expected. The babies were all on their best "Baby" behavior and acted as good as can be expected.

Nothing got broken and no shelves or furniture were harmed during the course of the day.

Vivienne was very careful when she decided to carry around Mum's little cranberry glass basket on her arm.

Now, if we can just figure out how to survive Christmas, we will be in business!