Last Friday, Daddy hosted a Thanksgiving dinner for the young adults in our church. (If you're wondering why I didn't include Mommy's name in that last sentence, it's because she didn't do any of the work for this little party. It was allllll Daddy!)
We had 31 people at our house that night. 31 people and a lot of really good food! There were so many people and so much food that Daddy decided our best bet was to eat outside, Pilgrim-style (you do know that the Pilgrims had globe lights and paper plates, don't you?).
When the night was over, we had banana pudding, peanut butter pie, cake balls, some kind of delicious spice cake, stuffing, turkey, brisket, and fruit salad left in our fridge. Mommy's thinking she may not have to cook for at least a week.
My favorite part of the night was roasting marshmallows and making smores with my Daddy. I was in such a good mood that I even let Mommy eat the last two bites of my smore sandwich. Of course, I also threw a fit at bedtime when I demanded the remainder of said sandwich...only to find that it was deep inside Mommy's belly.
Mommy's favorite part of the night was this:
Evidence that nearly every single toy I own was played with and loved on that night. You probably can't tell in this picture, but even my dress up basket was raided by a few of the boys who were playing with me.
All in all, it was a really great way to kick of the Thanksgiving season. Our family is certainly thankful for each and every member of our young adult group at church. They really are extended family!