Owen, Steve and I were all in the final stages of a cold and Nana was just starting one. So we were all a little under the weather, but luckily nobody was in the worst of it. Turkey, gravy and mashed potatoes were definitely what the doctor ordered. Plus, Nana did all the work (as usual) so the rest of us got totally spoiled (as usual.)
One of my biggest frustrations with Owen is that he refuses to eat mashed potatoes. This is NOT my child. I mean, he will gobble up the nastiest baby food (spinach and potatoes) but will not even entertain the idea of mashed potatoes and gravy. This logic is beyond me. So we all enjoyed a yummy thanksgiving dinner and Owen ate…pretty much…nothing. His loss! He did sit in his chair for the duration of dessert. We discovered “man cookies” (gingerbread men) and crème brulee (which he refused to try until I told him it was ice cream and then he ate half my bowl.)
The coolest (non culinary) part of the night was watching Owen and Grace play together. They really interacted and played with each other versus just playing near each other. They read books, played piano, played with Owen’s trains and trucks and finished the night with Steve chasing them both around the house and jumping out of corners to scare them. They were like two peas all night. 
That was a really fun Thanksgiving - sickness and all! And now the march toward Christmas is officially "on"!!
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