Just the 7 of us

Twelve years and we finally pulled off our very own thanksgiving feast for the first time EVER. Here's Brent starting off the feast. After his big bite he announced that we are starting up a new family tradition. Then he passed the drumstick around the table and we each had a bite. I am all about starting up family traditions for the holidays, But. . .

This one? . . . . it's a little ridiculous! As usual though, I went along with his idea.Caroline likes all of daddy's ideas.

Marcus likes a good chicken bone, too although, he was sick all thanksgiving day. Refused to nap, had a fever, and cried all day. This is about the only time he wasn't crying yesterday.
Fortunately I am a supermom and planned ahead so I was able to hold him all morning and still pull off the perfect meal. Brent showed up at the last second fresh from his turkey bowl and also put in his two cents on meal preparation so I couldn't take all the credit.
I say Perfect because I successfully prepared all the Fielding Family Traditionals complete with the Cauliflower and Cheese Dish and the Yams with Marshmallows. Mmmmmm..... but I think I am the only one at the table to fully appreciate this perfect combo yesterday.

I am also the only one who even touched the cranberry sauce. Sometimes I feel like I cook just for me. I guess it wasn't exactly a true Fielding meal because we only had one salad, and two different kinds of pies. For a true Fielding thanksgiving you need three dinner plates. One for the main meal, one for the 6 different salads, and one for the 8 different pies.
But what are ya gonna do when you are cooking for just one family? I thought it was scaling down a hair was appropriate.
We actually were planning on sharing our family feast this year. That's how we ended up with a FREE turkey. We invited 2 INDIANS in our ward and I was so excited for the great blog I was going to have. The white men and the Indians together for the feast. They even promised to wear feathers and Brent was going to wear a big belt buckle. And they were bringing a 20 lb. turkey. Caroline has been doing an Indian dance around the house since she heard and kept asking, "When are the Indians coming?" Kennon keeps correcting us all that they are Native Americans according to her fifth grade studies but not according to my indian friend Janice Snyder.
But when I called Wednesday afternoon to confirm they canceled because of a sick son. So, suddenly we were on our own and without a turkey for dinner. But let me tell you Indians, keep their word. My 78 year old indian friend cooked that turkey for us and had it ready for our 2 o'clock feast.
Here is another fielding family tradition. Grandpa Fielding is a jack of all trades, and one of those hobbies is making games for his grand kids. This one is a lot like the game Sorry but a lot more fun. . . unless you are a nice enough daddy to let your 4 year old play. . . then not so fun. But thanks Grandpa. We have entertained many guests with this original game complete with golf tees.