Long Live Spinach Artichoke Dip

Agh!  A week since Thanksgiving?  Now I can't even remember the highlights to share.  See?  This is why I blog.  I can't remember anything that happened a mere week ago. 

Hold on... spinach artichoke dip is coming to me.  (I wish.) 

Jon and I were going to have a party a week and a half before Thanksgiving that no one wanted to attend, (my feelings aren't hurt and there was a logical explanation, it just sounds more dramatic to phrase it that way) so along with all the usual Thanksgiving deliciousness we also had plenty of sangria and spinach artichoke dip.  

Here is a confession.  I have tried (without any success) to lose a few pounds.   I can clearly see why.  At a delightful family holiday all that sticks out to me a week later was eating an entrée-sized portion of an appetizer.  Spinach artichoke dip, I do love you. 

Perhaps I should move on.  I'm thinking you were wishing that after the second paragraph.

Josh was here, which was lots of fun.  We roped Mimi into babysitting and us grown-up Mots went to see Catching Fire.  Quite good, I must say.  I was happy to see that overall it remained true to the book, even down to the script.  A younger, handsomer Finnick and a more subtle relationship with Gail were in order, but then again I'm nit picky about books turned movie.  I also subjected us to the worst movie I've seen in years that I checked out from the library.  Whoops.

In my opinion what made this Thanksgiving one of the very best was watching our kids.  Our family is doing well and our kids have come such a long way, but we do still have one little guy that is quick to over-stimulate and has a pretty short fuse.  Extra family or people in general, days completely off routine, and not our usual food can all be the makings for some major meltdowns.  At the end of the day, rather than the feeling of "Whew.  We all made it", I think everyone truly enjoyed themselves.  And that is what Thanksgiving should be all about.  Except maybe poor Josh.  He was fighting off something fierce.  A cold maybe or the flu?  Hopefully he truly enjoyed himself except for that he felt terrible. 

Uno.  The love continues.  We play at least 10 games a day. 

Getting the nativity scenes back out!

Bear writing his "name".  Lots of O's and L's!  (Side note for people looking way to closely at this picture:  He is not a lefty.  I am not sure what he was doing when I snapped this.  Crossing things out, perhaps?)

A morning of trains!

"Take my picture!"

Hard at work!  Superman, Bear, and I made and painted some salt dough ornaments today. 

My first attempt at microwaving our ornaments.  A smoken hot boot. 

 

Jon came home later and asked what was outside the back door.  I was busy cooking dinner or something and only responded, "a boot".  We have two extremely tired boys on our hands from some ear infections and a combination of bad nights of sleep so when Jon asked how our day was, I answered that it wasn't our best.  Later he confessed that when I had said that there was a boot out our back door, his first thought was that Superman threw his boot in the fire and that is why I gave a mediocre review on the day.  Needless to say, it cracked me up.  Imagining Superman throwing his boot in the fire on accident or in some fit of rage and me fishing it out of the fireplace and hurling it outdoors was enough to make our tired, whiney day look golden.