What does the Turkey say?…Gobble Gobble!

Thanksgiving morning started early this year for me.  I was up at 6:30 getting side-dishes into the oven so that there would be room for the turkey to bake all day.  Charlie did me a favor and slept until 7:30 that morning.  When he woke up he was all snuggly and surprised to see the kitchen already a beehive of activity.  He found the perfect place to watch me work.  

And he soon got into the spirit of the morning! (this is before breakfast!)

While the sides were baking, we got serious about the turkey. 

It proved to be somewhat recalcitrant.

And then Mom tried to do some back-seat recliner cooking, which was received with cheeky resistance!

Sadly, Jon and Zanna had to leave before Thanksgiving dinner.  We kissed and hugged them goodbye at around 8am and though we did our best to carry on without them, but the party was never quite the same again. 

Still, the turkey was in the oven by ten, at which point Dad had left, taking Charlie with him, to pick up Jonathan from the airport.  I sat down to knit while silence descended on the house.   It was the most relaxing morning, and felt all wrong since we were supposed to be frantically preparing for a feast! 

Around three, Great Grandpa and Great Grandma came.  Then Uncle Morris and Aunt Jerrilyn came too.  We all sat down to chat while waiting for the food!  Charlie made his rounds.

And brought smiles to everyone's faces. 

We ate around four, and everything turned out pretty good we thought.  note: Charlie only approves of eating turkey on Thanksgiving, he slightly tolerates gravy, but don’t even think about mashed potatoes, sweet potatoes or stuffing!  Little does he know!

Here’s everyone.  (Minus Jon and Zanna, oh, and the bottom half of Dad’s face and the front half of Grandma’s head!  I look surprised because I was trying to hide a bite of turkey in my cheek.  —what is it about group shots?)

Happy Thanksgiving!