Bird Liberation Day

The weather outside is beautiful, sunny and clear, 18 degrees and snowy. Considering the crazy rainy summer we had, it’s gorgeous. We are making preparations for what promises to be the shortest Thanksgiving ever. Anna will be done before she starts, Zoe will follow in short order and both will rush the table when dessert appears.   The coordinated dinnertime assault also includes Anna’s current fixation on the salt shaker.  In an effort to respond with positive parenting (tactical offensive maneuvers) we have planted a decoy at the table, a basket of  short plastic spice jars.  We have made big deal about those very important and fascinating jars.  Stay tuned….here’s a mug shot:

Zoe has helped to decorate the place and is currently using a roll of tape to put up pictures in the window–she has the spirit! Zoe says to everyone in blogland “we hope you have a good Thanksgiving, too.”  Her hands are not taped to her head. That’s just her fresh and funky attitude.

We are all recovering from a respiratory (pronounced res-PYRE-atory by a local authority) illness and hope to be sick again for the next holiday. Mike is in the kitchen struggling with the biggest decision of the day: how to sweeten the yams? Brown suger? Maple syrup? Marshmallows? I have seen him consult three experts on the topic including James Beard and The Joy of Cooking. I see another dissertation topic–he hopes to finish this one before next Thanksgiving. Anything for a reasonable distraction.