The house is quiet.
Don't get me wrong, it was fun to have everyone visit us for a change.
We even got Mom to rock out with Guitar Hero.
Having two babies in the house changes things. Really.
We jokingly referred to my youngest as "babies' first stalker" as she wanted to know where they were, what they were doing, and why couldn't she play with them on a minute-by-minute basis.
No, we are not having any more babies.
My hands are already full.
The boy was very, very, very interested in the turkey. He wanted to know all about the bones: where they go, what they do, and can you put it back together after you take it apart?
This turkey, that will live in family lore...
This turkey, that earned me the right, like it or not, to cook the turkey every year...
This turkey, that brought so much gastronomic delight...
Was reduced to this...
My ever-patient mother saved the carcass for my son. Not only did she save it, but she helped him dissect it. Bone by bone, she told him what they do. She showed him how to wash the bones, and answered his questions. He asked a lot of questions - the way only a five year old boy can ask.
And when he was done, picking apart the turkey, and saving some of the bones (which are still sitting on my counter)... He had dinner.
Monday, November 26, 2007