Nina's Grandchildren: Happy Thanksgiving!

We were invited to dinner at the home of church friends. My offering was three pies -- two pumpkin and one pecan. I wanted to wait until this morning to make the pumpkin pies to have them fresh. Kevin helped with the crust. He fluted one while I fluted the other. When completed, I could not tell which one was his and which was mine! It's not that I'm that bad; he is that good!

As we know, the well-laid plans of mice and men sometime go awry. First, I could not find a punch-type can opener for the evaporated milk (if Steve doesn't know the purpose for a piece of kitchen equipment, it goes in the trash), and then I noted the second can of milk was blown out as if the contents were gaseous. Steve was with his girlfriend and neither answered his phone or text messages. In panic, I knocked on a stranger/neighbor's door to ask where to shop on Thanksgiving. They told me Kroger, and was it ever busy! We retrieved our necessary items and finished the pies in time!

The gathering this afternoon included other church members, and family, among them three teenage boys and Kevin. Everyone had a great dinner and conversation. Kevin hung out with the teens, and they didn't seem to mind.

He was very cute about the pies; he was so proud of them, as he should be. He announced, "The pecan pie is special, because the nuts aren't thrown on."
Once we were home, Kevin was very eager to do some Christmas decorating. He had hoped to do the tree today, but Daddy has not found it. It must be in the storage unit which has not had its contents moved to the house yet. Tomorrow! But he was devastated. We had talked about using the pop-up tree Karin bought for our beach Christmas four years ago. So Daddy got it out and set it up in Kevin's playroom. Then Kevin wanted to decorate it, but the tree decorations must be with the tree. I reminded him that he had made snowflakes for the pop-up tree in their apartment last Christmas. That was the medicine necessary to keep him busy and happy.