Monday, November 28, 2011

Stockholm Syndrome, or Our New Thanksgiving Traditions

I think it was on my third plate of stuffing - 'tis the season to judge, so go right ahead, you Weight Watching wenches - that I realized this year marked my seventh celebrating with the Anonymous In-Laws. There's nothing remarkable in & of that itself, of course, but what struck me is how I've happily adapted many of their family traditions as my own, replacing their weird ones for those of my own (doubly weird) parents.

For starters, there's new food (eggplant parmesan = good) and a lack of others (no gravy = less good, potentially un-American), as well as a few other traditions new to me. With the addition of Master P and my wee darling niece to the festivities, other traditions have taken on more of a kid-friendly bent. Yes, if anyone's Spidey Sense is going off here along the lines of, "Hmm, she's totally going to make an awkward segue here into posting umpty million festive photos of Master P," golf claps to you.


We made a trip to the playground to play & ride the toddler train before embarking on our turkey dinner drive . . .


. . . where, upon arrival, I recommenced my tradition of not learning how to play the obscure, never-ending Italian card games that break out at these gatherings, substituting in my helpless one-year old instead. Like a singleton Southwest traveler avoiding eye contact as fellow passengers board, I feigned emergency interest in my laptop and finally watched the delectable "Downton Abbey" (related note: I'll be answering to "The Dowager Countess Duchess Queen Empress of Austenshire" from now on).



. . . while the eggplant parm and turkey cooked, Master P enjoyed scooting up and down (and up and down, and up and down . . . ) the stairs and toddling into the front door, giving "Turkey Trot" an entirely new, far-better-than-me-running-a-Thanksgiving-race meaning .  . .


. . . most importantly, Master P spent the holidays learning about body parts; note above where he helpfully flags the "ears" location. His latest party trick is lifting his shirt to point out his belly button, followed by his attempting to lift my shirt to show everyone where *my* belly button is. So that's fun. It's like a Britney concert circa 2001 with all the midriff flashing here lately - if Britney had a post-turkey-baby pooch and bad attitude, that is.

Belly buttons and Italian food - that's how I roll now. What sort of Thanksgiving party tricks did you get up to, and were there midriffs involved?

14 comments:

LPC said...

He's adorable. But wow, I don't think I could give up gravy:).

Danielle said...

Since I couldn't comment on the previous post, I'll comment here. Thank you not only for selecting me at random but also for the kind words!

Oh and your little turkey and his new stair tricks (the fun will continue) is absolutely adorable!

Jessica said...

Absolutely positively LOVE that Thanksgiving outfit!

Chas said...

I love your narration! Turkey trot, heh.

AEOT said...

Where oh where did you get that darling outfit??? It is SO cute!

Spence is pretty good about body parts and gets really mad when he has an outfit on that doesn't allow him access to his belly button! I'm just waiting for the day that he lifts up my shirt when we ask where the baby is (he already points to my belly). Hopefully that won't ever happen in public!! My stomach definitely doesn't look like Brittany circa anything!!

Kate said...

Love his turkey outfit!! He's getting so big!

Whitericebryce said...

My one big adjustment to my Texas thanksgivings has to do with gravy as well (that and the fact that the "traditional" white rice, Sushi and Sashimi are missing.) Back in "sweet home California," the gravy we always had was light brown in color, smooth, salty and peppery and made from the drippings of the turkey. The gravy that E's family makes is made using chicken stock and has chopped boiled eggs mixed in. I wasn't quite sure what to make of it the first time I saw it. But now I eat it and even took part in making it this year. Different strokes for different egg yokes....

Legally Fabulous said...

We don't do gravy either! I don't have strong feelings on gravy, though.

We did have 4 desserts for 5 people though. I definitely DO have strong feelings on dessert. Ha.

jennerilizations said...

I see this photo showing up in a high school yearbook and a possible "REALLY, Mom?" look in your future.

The Mrs. said...

Screw gravy. What's in it anyway!? I ate steak! Enter my giveaway on the blog!

Mrs. Type A said...

My goodness those pictures of Master P are ADORABLE! The holidays make it hard to stick to my "no kids for five more years plan" because they are so precious!

The Shabby Princess said...

The Dowager Countess Duchess Queen Empress of Austenshire,

My Thanksgiving festivities consisted of the control freak stepmom attempting to manhandle my kitchen, and her judging my showtune/Pat Green karaoke whilst cooking. I doubt she will be invited to Thanksgiving next year/my parents will never come visit again. So, semi win?

xoxo
HRH SP of Dallashire

Perfectly Imperfect said...

I would so need gravy. But then I'm kind of a fatty ;) (someone is going to freak out that I said that!)

wait until Mr. P finds his little booty crack. And then yours. Now that's good times. Not that my toddler has already put me through that or anything... Sigh.

Amy @ Forever 29 said...

Oh that Master P is too cute...and obviously the life of the party!

Our Thanksgiving was very low key...the most challenging part of the day was trying to get Christmas card photos of the boys...which took 2 attempts, but was thankfully successful!

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