Thanksgiving, aka Grease Lightning and such…

Hello All!

I suppose I should have posted all about Kenn’s Thanksgiving in Florida, but being the slacker that I am, I am just getting around to it, so here goes:

Snapshot1: we arrive at my grandmother’s house to cook, and I’m immediately steered away from the kitchen. Kenn allows everyone to get within an inch of her before she yell bloody murder…She finds a place of peace near the coffee table, where Casper the Pomeranian approaches her nicely only to be smacked in the face by Kenn and called all kinds of sissy’s by my grandmother before he’s sent to time out.

Snapshot 2: Favorite auntie arrives and baby girl cousin comes in not too long afterward. We hug and catch up before baby boy cousin (both these cousins are technically adults now!) comes in, shouts ‘Daddy’s Home!’ and is greeted like the prodigal Marvin Gaye. Baby girl cousin stares in awe before muttering ‘REALLY?’, since they go to the same college and pretty much travel together! Baby girl cousin wins Kenn’s affection with sweet bread, while baby boy cousin reaches out his arms and Kenn gladly hops in, furthering the belief that my child is HOT!

Snapshot 3: While baby boy cousin holds Kenn, I figure its my chance to get into the kitchen and show the women in my family what I’ve got…Favorite Auntie points me to the hand sanitizer. Upon attempting to squirt some into my hands, I accidentally get some sanitizer in the onions and celery that is to be used for my grandmother’s infamous seafood dressing. OOOPS! I whisper to fav auntie what I’ve done, and am immediately exiled from the kitchen, but not before I show her where the sanitizer landed. It’s occuring to me that I don’t feel so well.

Snapshot 4: Its Thanksgiving Day, and I’ve been assigned Sweet Potato Souffle. I feel miserable, but refuse to miss out on some cooked food, so I endure. We eat. The itis kicks in, and things slow down. Me, sis and mama pile into her room to watch the Real Housewives Marathon!! I’ve been telling big sis about the Atlanta wives and can’t wait for her to see (separate post).

Snapshot 5: The annual great grandkids pictures are to be taken today. Every year, I am amused at what my sister and cousins go through to get this picture for my grandmother. This year, I am terrified as we added two new kids to the mix…Kenn and Papa aka Bonnie and Clyde. Clyde decided that morning to hurl a sippy cup full of milk at the back of his big brother’s head. I scolded him, and he teared up…It was so darling that I ended up apologizing.  We get to the place, and all the kids look adorable in their red tops and jeans…Bonnie and Clyde commence to walk off the picture. We bribe them with toys, andsomehow get them all in the photo at once. Kenn, who hasn’t taken a liking to ANYONE since we got to Jax, falls HEAD OVER HEELS for her big cousin Caleb. This is the least likely candidate for her affection, as she has an older girl cousin. After we take pictures, we go to Cracker Barrel, and Caleb feeds Kennedy, as she blows kisses and says ‘Mmmm!’ every time he feeds her! HOT I tell you!

Snapshot 6: I love my mother. She has endearing way of making mistakes that worry you and make you laugh all at once! We’re watching the Housewives Finale, and I feel horrible! She comes back with vitamins, and these blue cold pills that are supposed to cure me…Five minutes after I down all of these pills (mothers have so much trust! There really were 6 pills!), I hear her say ‘Oops!’ Everything starts moving very slowly as she confesses to giving me nightime Tylenol by accident at 6pm in the evening. My last memory is her asking if I’d already taken them. She was smiling. That’s the endearing quality I love about her. Only she could drug you, and not get you upset!

Snapshot 7: We’re leaving for North Carolina on what would end up being the trip from hell…rain..accidents and traffic! ugh! But, not before I collect (count ‘em) 3 jars of grease for my child’s hair. Kenn’s hair drinks oil, and my aunts think that means I need more grease…so, all of them, in their own way, tell me I don’t know what the heck I’m doing and gift me with jars of grease. Favorite Auntie even gave me a jar of Royal Crown…not to be confused with Crown Royal. Royal Crown is a red jar of grease with a silver tin lid. My family swore by it as kids and apparently still use it. She whips it out and oils Kenn’s hair before I leave. I love her so much! Favorite Uncle (by elimination) made the absolute best pound cake ever! As favorite auntie greases my child up, I EAT!

Good times were had by all!