Just finished eating. I’m in my MIL’s room, keeping an eye on Em who is napping in her bed.

And OMG I look like I’m now 8 months pregnant! So much good food. Em fell asleep right before we sat down to eat which I was disappointed about because I knew she would eat the food (would be the first year one of our children ate Thanksgiving meal, Kirby still doesn’t). But it all worked out because we actually got to sit down together and eat.

My MIL bought some disposable chafing (sp?) dishes – the foil pans with little racks and the sterno heater things below them and it was so much nicer. Everyone could eat at the same time easily and go back for seconds without someone needing to be in the kitchen (usually Daddy).

Today started out pretty hairy. It’s virtually impossible to single-handedly watch a very active 18-month-old drama queen and a 4-year-old with autism in a house with open doors, stairs, hot ovens, jacuzzi and billions of breakable, chokable knick-knacks. But after some frustration it worked out. *phew*