We had a lovely Thanksgiving, quiet and yummy. Not a lot of people, just my Dad, my sons and a friend, and my husband and myself. It was nice to have my family together even if it was for a very short time. Remember when I said my son would be home for 52 hours? Well it was more like 49 1/2. But he was home with us a lot of that time and I enjoyed every minute. I cut his hair, worked on his knee and ankle, washed his clothes and you guessed it...peeked at him while he was sleeping. He flying back to Columbus right now as I type these words and I have to admit I am a bit sad. I will see him next week at a big Invitational Swim Meet, but just the same watching your grown up baby get on a plane that is leaving you is hard. And do you know what? He was sad, too. He said that being home made him realize how much he missed his friends and family. I am sure glad he included the family part! His buddies are all here for longer than he was, the whole weekend in fact. I told him that as soon as he gets back and sees his school buddies he will feel right at home again. He is a good boy, a typical 19 year old, so as good as a typical 19 year old boy is.
Here are my three boys.... doesn't the look on Max's face make you laugh? He hates the camera and looks like he is in pain.
Of course he would not even look at the camera, so I should be happy I got at least one picture of him looking in my direction, even if he looks stressed in the picture. Do you want to hear a funny Max story? When Mr. 19 year old arrived home I went and opened the door so Max could greet him. He ran down the driveway to my son, looked at him, growled and walked away. He did this three times. My son was astonished, so he got on the ground and called Max over, three more times Max walked up to him, turned around and walked away. But this time he would go over to my youngest and jump up on him. My oldest wondered what was wrong. So I said that Max's feeling are hurt because you left and you have not been home. He doesn't understand where you have been, to him he feels abandoned. So Mr. 19 year old got down and told Max he was sorry and that he loved him, and Max walked right over and snuggled up against him. All was well....well until we left with is brother and did not return with him this afternoon. Max is pouting in my husbands closet right now.
The star table runner for my friend's Christmas present is complete, I apologize for yet another sorry looking photo. This is finished project number 45 for the year for me. Hope she likes it!