Thanksgiving 2010, Eatonian Style

Thanksgiving was a revelation. We went to my parents' house and had a blasty blast. We left Tuesday afternoon and came back Sunday morning—both times bypassing all of the holiday traffic. Harry is a ninja driver with wicked skills.



We listened to a really entertaining book tape. I’d recommend it to anyone.



This year, there were no little kids at Thanksgiving. I can’t remember the last time that happened! It was a little too quiet. We tempered that with the knowledge that next year there will be two more babies in our midst, both chubby roly poly 10 month old boys, so it wasn’t too bad.

We all divvied up the cooking this year, and Harry and I got my Mom’s orange rolls. We were totally intimidated—these rolls are basically a family institution. We enlisted her help a few times, just to make sure things were going smoothly. In the end I think they turned out really well! I can’t wait to make them again. Wish I'd thought to take a picture.

Cam and I ran the Dana Point Turkey Trot.



This is something we swore we would do again after his mission, and I think I literally mentioned it to him in every email I wrote to him while he was in Ecuador. There’s just something really fun about running on the coast with a thousand other people the morning of Thanksgiving. And you burn calories that you will undoubtedly pack on only a few hours later.

We made t-shirts. E’10. Get it? Eatons? 2010? I thought it was funny. We looked up the font that they used for “Bladerunner” for the front.




I ran into one of my all time favorite people—Jenna! She made her aunt pull over and chased us down the sidewalk to say hello, and I am thrilled to my fingertips that she did! This is a girl I've known since 1st grade, who has always looked out for me. I still wish I were in elementary school when her birthday rolls around because she threw awesome b-day sleepover parties.



And we walked down to the ocean afterwards for some typical Eaton-mid-air-pictures and a shot of me with my main loving man.




Other Thanksgiving notables:

My Mom gave me a sewing and knitting lesson, and sent us home with two more pillows that she made for our sad sad couch. I am now one step closer to knitting Harry a real Christmas stocking, but I am certain the whole thing will take me years.

I did Harry’s hair. It is so long I started claiming I could make cornrows out of it (he recently buzzed it, now resembling a really handsome shorn sheep). This is what happened.




We went to Roger’s Gardens and Fashion Island in Newport beach (a long standing Eaton tradition) and snapped some photos.






This one I call: "Rubber Eaton Soul."

Now I'm attempting to figure out what Harry would really love for Christmas-- no easy task.