The Thanksgiving That Never Was

Before you get all sad and weepy, I assure you my Thanksgiving was just fine.  No matter where I am, I have plenty to be thankful for.  The fact that we were all safe and healthy (relatively), is more than I could ever ask for.

On to the story.  Sawyer woke up at about 1 a.m. Thanksgiving morning.  I went in to quickly soothe him (we've recently reverted back to the cry-it-out method after some bad habits had started to develop).  I rubbed his back and noticed he was a bit warm but I didn't think too much about it.

Not 5 minutes after I left his room, he started crying again.  This time Wes went it.  Well Wes being the more phobic one of us, immediately felt his warm body and brought him in our room for me to feel him.  I played along and agreed he felt warm.  Wes was having no part of "warm," he was "on fire" and he began pacing nervously.  I rolled over - such a caring mother - and attempted to go back to sleep. 

I then hear Wes in the bathroom running water.  I deduce that he is getting a cold rag for Sawyer - just what you want when you're trying to go back to sleep!  Sawyer cries.  Surprise!  Feeling compelled to do something, I go and rifle through the drawer of random medicine.  I find a Tylenol equivalent and read the label.  "Children under 2; consult your physician."  Super.

At this point, the only thing I could think to do is let Sawyer sleep on me.  That may or may not have worked if Wes would have stopped rubbing his back every 3 minutes or so.  I know he was just a concerned parent but again, who wants to be rubbed when you're trying to go to sleep?!  After a few minutes of realizing this was going nowhere fast, I took Sawyer back to his bed.  He slept until 6:30 a.m.

Somewhere in the midst of all this, I mentioned to Wes that Sawyer and I might not be able to go with him and Colin to his parents' house.  He said, "We'll see."

Long story short, Sawyer and I opted to stay at home and let Colin and Wes make the trek by themselves.  I was going to have to come back that night anyway to go to work on Friday, so this actually seemed to simplify things a bit.  I told Colin we wouldn't be going, thinking he might be a little sad.  Wrong.  He said, "Ok" and went about his packing (that he had been working on for 3 days).

Sawyer and I enjoyed a great day of doing nothing.  I shouldn't say nothing.  While he took a marathon nap, I got to work in the kitchen making the one thing I knew I'd miss most about not going to Wes' family's meal - yeast rolls!  It should be noted that I have a love-hate relationship with yeast.  However, something came over me and I decided that I would win and I would be successful in making rolls.  You know, sometimes a positive attitude is all you need.

I couldn't stop on my yeasting frenzy.  I also decided to make Sweet Potato Cinnamon Rolls.  I was a baking fool and I loved every minute of it!  Additional posts to come with my delightful carb overload.

A local health food grocery store was having a Thanksgiving buffet and me and about 100 others decided that sounded just fine.  Take a look at this spread.  I was in heaven.  It was healthy...er and it had things I wasn't using to having on Thanksgiving - caramelized Brussels sprouts anyone?  Squash gratin?  Yum!

To round out my great meal, my yeast rolls were some of the best I've ever made.  Success!  And the cinnamon rolls weren't too shabby either.  And yes, I may have eaten both.  If ever there's a day for a free pass, this has to be the day.

I'm also happy to report that Sawyer is on the mend.  It looks like those pesky eye-teeth are to blame.  He was doing all sorts of crazy things with his tongue and I felt around in there and felt 2 little shards of glass breaking through on the top row.  Poor little guy.  I'll just have to make a post-Thanksgiving meal for him to enjoy (: