I'd say Thanksgiving was uneventful, but that's not entirely true. My mom and all of her kids (there are six of us) were together. We played a TON of games - Apples to Apples, Quiddler, Yahtzee, Scrabble, Boggle - and had an equal amount of fun. We also teased/harrassed each other mercilessly. It seems like everyone can dish it out, but not everyone can take it. And as is the case at many of our family gatherings, we parted with some sadness and some relief. I personally parted with an overwhelming feeling of thankfulness that I can still fit into my jeans.

The girls had a great time at Grandma's house. We forgot to bring their high chairs, so meal times were much more loosey goosey than usual and they thoroughly enjoyed it. They also ate only about half as much as they usually do. Buggy actually spent most of the holiday sick. She had a fever that kept spiking (at one point hitting 102.7 degrees) and she vomited twice. All of her symptoms eventually vanished and we have no clue what was the cause of this crappiness. She somehow managed to remain upbeat throughout the whole ordeal. If the tables were turned, I would've been decidedly crabby. What a great kid!

Now here I sit - fat, exhausted and about to start the craziness of Christmas prep. Maybe I'll take a few days off first.