Welcome to the work week, friends! I trust you all had a wonderful weekend. Ours was relaxing, which is what we needed, as most of us are still not feeling like our best selves. My hubby and I even found some time to sort and organize our basement. I know. I'm sure that doesn't sound like much fun, but now, going down there, to do laundry or get something out of storage, puts a big smile on my face. I'm sure it'll do so even more once we organize a yard sale, when the weather turns warm again, as getting rid of some extra furniture and curriculum stored down there will create even more open space. My kiddos are thrilled to now have a place to stretch out and play, too. We have a stone basement, so there's not a lot we can do down there; but we had a big scrap of carpet leftover from when we re-carpeted our loft a few years back. So, we cleaned and cleared a large place for that and added lots of comfy seating. They played games down there all weekend, and I love that all the little parts and pieces are far from the curious fingers of my littlest critter.
We've been doing lots of re-situating of our home. So, it won't be long before they have toy storage down there, too. They all have organized places to put their things upstairs, but three small bedrooms for five people can always stand to have more empty space. They'll be able to pick and choose what stays up and what goes down, and everything can easily be switched around at their leisure. I just love how excited they are about such a simple space, created, with a little hard work and elbow grease, just for them.
So how about we get to the reason for this post? Thanksgiving is just days away, and I've got an amusing, Thanksgiving story, for you all, this month. It is written for children ages four to eight and playfully illustrated with vibrant, watercolor-and-pencil illustrations.
Thanksgiving at the Tappletons', written by Eileen Spinelli and illustrated by Maryann Cocca-Leffer, begins with a busy family waking early, in anticipation of the arrival of out-of-town guests, to prepare for the big day. But one after another, as Grandfather grows as hungry as five elephants, each dish loses its place on the table. The turkey slips and slithers out of Mrs. Tappleton's fingers, down the front steps, across the yard, through the front gate, and into the pond. The bakery is out of pies. The vegetables were inadvertently fed to the school rabbits, and the mashed potatoes erupt from an unsupervised blender. Kenny tearfully proclaims that there's "nothing to say a prayer for," but Grandmother quickly reminds him that there is "more to Thanksgiving than a turkey and trimmings" in a prayer that resurrects Thanksgiving dinner with a medley of refrigerator leftovers.
Thanks, as always, for taking the time out of your busy schedules to humble me with a visit. Happy reading, and just in case you don't make it back here before you're off celebrating, have a wonderfully blessed Thanksgiving holiday. Hugs!