Thanksgiving 2013

by Jessica on December 5, 2013

in Annabelle,Days of You and Me,Family,Kids and Art,Levi,Parenting,Photography

At the holidays, as you’d expect, Matt and I miss our dads.  Both of our dads happened to be awesome cooks (and they both loved to eat, which was pretty apparent since they both had good bellies on them).  Our dads also had big presence.  They both had that special twinkle to their eyes.  They both were stern but teddy bears underneath.  And they both loved being dads.  Matt and I are so lucky we had them.

And over the years, our families have adapted.  Fortunately, our moms travel well together and they’ve come to love each other, so we get both sides our families to together at Thanksgiving.  I have to say that we’ve been so lucky that our moms clicked the way that they do because it helps us to see them more.  They’re so funny together.  They pile up their luggage and bags and stuff to give to their grandkids and drive 8 hours down from Connecticut to stay for two or three days.  On the rides down, they talk and talk and smoke (though my mom is now smoke free for two years!  I’m so proud of her).  And when they arrive,  the kids keep them playing nonstop and pretty much exhaust them.  And we are so grateful to them for those visits.  The kids talk about seeing their grandmothers for weeks to come after they leave and they always ask when the next visit will be.

But at Thanksgiving, it’s our turn to drive.  So we load up our bags, crate the cat, buckle in the dog and the kids, and make our way through six states til we reach our childhood homes.

It actually wasn’t that bad of a drive.  The cat and dog got along and the kids only squabbled now and again while watching movies on the portable DVD player in the backseat.  And Matt and I listened to Hunger Games on audiobook.  Which was pretty awesome.  The time in the car almost flew by.

During the visit, we try to split up time so each mom gets to spend time one on one with the grandkids.  On Day 1, we headed up to North Branford to see Matt’s family.   Matt and I usually busy ourselves working on some project or another, though on this last trip, we just ran to the grocery store and stopped at the Y to exercise since we knew that the coming days would be filled with lots of eating.

 Meanwhile, Annabelle and Levi had a ball playing with their cousin Charlie and doing rainbow looming with their Grandma.



And oh my goodness.  Grandma can rainbow loom.  She knows all the complicated patterns and showed Annabelle how to do them.  I just sort of sat back, took it all in, and did what I can do: take photos.




Phinneus got lots of attention too.  It was his first visit to Connecticut so he got to meet the cousins and uncles and Papa Joe.  He also loved running around and digging around Grandma’s backyard.




At night we stayed at my mom’s house in Derby, which is just 40 minutes away from Matt’s mom’s house.  And that evening, I got a little camera happy with photographing Phinn and Toby.   I have to admit that they do seem a little confused when they see me scooting around the floor on my belly snapping photos of them but they indulge me.  Toby even sat and let me click snap away.





Not sure what I did here, but somehow I made my other half smile.  Hmmm . . .



And sorry to bore you, but I had to share a photo of Phinn being bad.  He keeps eating the kids’ toys.  And we keep trying to distract him, dissuade him, but dogs will be dogs.  And toys will get eaten.



Of course, he gets away with it all because he’s just a sweety.  Oh my goodness, just looking at these photos, I get all sappy.  I love you Phinn.






Meanwhile Toby got in on the picture action.  He is more eager for people attention lately.  I am pretty sure it has something to do with letting Phinn know that he’s higher up in the pecking order but whatever the reason, Toby’s been a lot more affectionate and eager for attention lately.



I mean, he doesn’t even look that pissed off in this picture, right?  Just mildly annoyed.


Oh, and I dyed my hair.  Err, well, a salon dyed my hair.  It is brownish but not brown.  Technically it’s ombre.  Matt likes it.  I’m sort of like, oh my goodness, my hair!  It’s so different.  And it will take time but I think I will come around and fully like it.  As much as I liked my fake blond hair.


Back to Toby.  If you’re getting tired of all the pet shots, you might want to scroll down a bit.








And then there was the big day.  Turkey Day.  Matt’s brother Charlie and his son little Charlie carved the turkey.  And I was a very bad vegetarian because I ate the turkey.  And it was so good.  Very grateful for that turkey.



Papa Joe did the cooking (though my mom did prep the turkey, so he’s crediting her for that). A  bit about Papa Joe: Papa Joe is my mom’s boyfriend, soon-to-be fiancé.  They’ve been together for the last eight years.  And between the two of them, they have six children.  And three of us live out of state.  Which means that their weekends get filled with visits to grandchildren and long carrides.  We love you Nana and Papa Joe.  So happy you two do all you do to keep our families together.  And I for one am happy to have Papa Joe’s kids and grandkids as family.  They are some good people.

Oh, and one more thing.  Papa Joe likes butter.  Lots of butter.  And he likes to cook with lots of butter.  Which means that everything tastes really good but that in the week after Thanksgiving I step on the scale and shriek because I gained five pounds.  Doh!


More rainbow looming!  These two are addicted.DSC_0013


Again, I have no idea what Matt was doing here but he’s all like, “I’m saying something and why the hell are you taking my picture right now?”  To which I say, “Because you’re handsome and I’ll take your picture if I want to.”  So there.







Here’s another photo of me with my darker locks.  Photo courtesy of Matt and my amazing ability to set up a camera.  Okay, let me just give Matt the photo credit.  He’s actually a pretty good photographer.


Levi was telling a story when I took this photo.  I was all like, “Hey, it’s time to eat.”  And he, like his mom and his granddad, was all like, “Wait a second.  I’m telling a story.”


My mom had the table all decked out.  Of course, we ate off paper plates because clean up is no good when you’ve finished eating and you’re ready for a turkey coma.



After we feasted, everyone pitched in and we got the kitchen cleaned up.  Then Papa Joe’s kids and grandkids stopped over for dessert.  Which was a sweet choice of pies from McConney’s Farm in Derby.  Best pies ever.  And also happens to be where I got my first job.  That’s right.  I worked for the world’s best pie makers.  As the teenager who swept the floors and cleaned the kitchen.  I remember that job with fondness because my best friend Danielle and I would walk the mile up the road to the farm’s cider store and sweep away til the day’s pie making was no longer a visible mess.  And we got to eat free pie and cookies as part of our pay.  Not a bad first job.  Not at all.

At the end of the day, we were all pretty tuckered out.  Toby and Phinn were so tired that they even put their differences aside and took a nap together.  Of course, Toby napped with one eye open.  He still isn’t so sure about our family’s new pup, but I’m hoping he comes around.


The rest of the visit was filled with more visiting and shopping.  I took time out on Black Friday to photograph Matt’s longtime best friend and his wife and daughter.  And I brought them up to one of the most beautiful places on earth (in my humble opinion) which is the land that still remains of McConney’s farm.  If you’d like to see a sneak peak from their session, you can click here.

Hmmm . . . what else?  Well, we made plans for the next visit, which should be at our house for Annabelle’s 7th birthday.  She’s hosting a spa for just a couple of friends.  Which really means that I will be spending a Sunday afternoon giving 7 little 7 year olds mani/pedis, facials, and kid friendly herbal tea.  I can already feel the relaxation (hear the sarcasm?).

We’ll be celebrating Christmas at home this year in Virginia, which will be the first time since Levi was born.  The kids are excited. I’m relieved.  And I’m praying that we can convince our moms to visit at the New Year.   Of course, those long drives to Connecticut aren’t really all that bad . . .

At the end of the day, all that matters is that we are there for each other.  This Thanksgiving I remembered how lucky I am to have my family, craziness and all.  There is a lot of love among us.  And I don’t take that lightly.

Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours and a happy holiday season too!

Oh, and Happy Chanukah!



Oh, and here’s a photo for Throwback Thursday.  This is Matt’s dad meeting Annabelle for the first time.


And this is a photo of my dad from his time in Vietnam.




carol fernino December 6, 2013 at 11:15 am

i always love your stories. you should have been a writer. i just always want to keep reading. we were very blessed to have daddy and each year at Christmas i miss him alot! but then i start decorating and he is right there with me all the way. we are also blessed to have loved so much in the past and God just keeps sending us so many more people to love! our family just keeps getting bigger and bigger. our days are crazy and sometimes i wish they could slow down a notch or two, but i will take busy and lots of people to love then boring and alone any day of the week. sending you much love and hugs, love carol

Dee December 5, 2013 at 8:44 pm

Thank you so much for this beautiful tribute ,I’m sure the dads got together and are still trying to figure out how to tell us the right way we should do everything , I love you and am so happy that you have each other trough the worst and the greatest times (Annabelle and Levi) . See you soon Love Mom

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