Mama and I went to Brittany and Andrew’s for Thanksgiving.
Victoria was not feeling well and did not want to take the chance on giving the
twins a taste of what she was suffering from. It is impossible not to snuggle
and kiss on them while you are feeding or holding them. She stayed home and had
Thanksgiving with Grandma, Grandpa and Norman. I took Wednesday off, so Mama
and I could leave earlier than we had originally planned, and we ended up
getting to Wichita by about 4 pm. We could have left much earlier but Mama had
to go on a Lu La Roe binge before we left.
While the twins were still asleep we went with Brittany to
Sam’s to pick up a fresh turkey for dinner the next day. Of course, we did not
get out of Sam’s with just a turkey. By the time we got back home it was time
to get the twins up. They have an hour or so of play time when they get up from
their late afternoon nap. Brittany does not normally hold them during that time
but rather lets them squirm and coo on their mats with the mobiles just out of
reach. But since Mama and I were there they got held during some of that time.
Mama could not keep her hands off the babies and since she had one I could not
let the other suffer neglect. It was not long before we were feeding Zoe and Sophia,
reading them their bedtime books and singing their bedtime songs. They have
grown so much. Nothing unexpected, but always slightly shocking.
Late that evening, Mama, Brittany and I went to a specialty
coffee and cookie shop to pick up a cheesecake that Brittany had had a friend
make for us. It was Pumpkin Spice Cheesecake – and it was amazingly good.
Brittany had made a Chocolate Pecan Pie, but I could not eat it. Mama and I got
in on every feeding we could on Thanksgiving Day – between prepping and
cooking. I took the rotisserie with us so we could use it for the turkey and
Brittany made a potion to inject into the turkey. I had assumed it would take
about three hours or slightly longer for the turkey to get done but it was done
in about two and a half hours. We had delayed the mashed potatoes, sweet
potatoes, green bean casserole, cornbread stuffing with green chilis and regular
stuffing to have them done about the time the turkey was going to be done. We
had to hurry just a little to get everything to the table together. But we did
it – while Mama and Andrew took care of the twins. We ate about 3 pm; that
coordinated the meal with the afternoon down time for the girls. It was a fun
meal.


I had only one complaint for the holiday. In the normal
process of feeding the babies we had to take time to burp them about half way
through each bottle. We raised them onto a shoulder, thumped them on the back
and encouraged them to get the burp out. Mama and Brittany would lavish praise
on each of them each time they gave a good hearty burp. So, I had to ask. What
do in not get such praise every time I burp? Why am I scolded with an “Excuuse
youuu?” Honestly, my burps do not smell any worse than theirs.
We have a test in FBI tonight. Our next to last. Mama may
not be there to take it. She was sick last night and felt only a little better
this morning. Part of the reason for heading home on Friday was to give us and
Brittany – who also has some schoolwork due – time to study. Well, know how that
worked out for us this evening.
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