Thursday: For Thanksgiving-Day-proper, we went out for dinner, which I was initially unsure about but it was delicious and sort of perfect considering the general uncertainty about whether we would be celebrating at all.
I was pretty sure we'd be eating turkey, as opposed to having a baby, but I appreciated the family optimism on the subject. As it turned out, most of us had prime rib and chocolate cake, so it was not sad, in any event.
And Sweet Husband and the Kid had an epic front yard soccer match after everyone else had headed home for naps, so that was fun to watch, too.
Friday: We walked downtown for the annual holiday lighting ceremony/Santa rescue. A fire truck saves Santa from the top of the building. It's fun, even if it doesn't survive much curious scrutiny. (How did Santa get up there? Don't they have a chimney? Or an elevator? Really, you have to let it all go for the evening.)
We ran into a bunch of friends, which probably counts as a Christmas miracle considering the crowd. Santa was late--as always--and the Kid got a little onery waiting, but it was still nice to catch up.
Saturday: The Kid wanted to hang out with Grandma and Grandpa s'more, so I took advantage of the alone time to finish off our Christmas decorating and make some peppermint bark.
Sunday: We capped off the long weekend with a disastrous and very short ice skating session. The Kid was determined that he wanted to do it, right until the time Sweet Husband went to put skates on him.
Then--because preschool drama king--he burst into tears and said he wanted to Go Home Right Now. Sweet Husband got in one fast trip around the rink before we headed indoors to warm drinks and dinner and getting ready for the week ahead.