16 For Dinner Please

I am posting this so that my family can see some snapshots from Thanksgiving dinner. I understand if you want to leave now.

This photo makes these two look conspiratorial.

 

That’s my niece behind the girl.

 How can you tell a true Thai girl? She puts fish sauce on everything.

Speaking of fish sauce and nieces, this is Chloe-girl. She’s my other niece with fish sauce running in her veins. Her mom is mulatto. Her dad is a happa. But she’s Thai through and through. One day, I’ll explain my very confusing family tree. It’s confusing even to me.

And here’s my nephew Bobby. He’s not Thai. He’s a meat and potato guy. He asked the boy if he was going hunting on Monday, the first day of deer season. Because you see in parts of Pennsylvania, the schools  take the first day of deer season off so that the kids can go hunting with their dads. Well, here in Maryland, we’re a lot more liberal than that. We don’t even take Columbus Day off because we don’t like him. I can go on and on about the lifestyle differences in the different parts of the US geographically speaking. It’s actually a fascinating study in cultural America.

But I won’t. When I write my book, you can read all about it.

The boy ain’t huntin’ today. He’s in school, hopefully payin’ attention.

He helped set the table too. It was very sweet. Him and his cousin Bobby both.

And there’s the brother picking on the girl again. She is a true introvert. For some reason, people make it a personal challenge to pick on her until she laughs.

Human chaos. Lots of people. Lots of food. Small kitchen.

Animal chaos. Lots of dogs. One cat. In the same kitchen as the humans. The cat looks peeved doesn’t he? Wonder why.

Chaos in the livingroom too. Holidays are pretty chaotic, it’s their charm.

There’s my other nephew, Harmon-monster. We call him that in love. He gave the best speech about what he was thankful for at dinner.

And this is my sister with her children. She started losing the capability to speak clearly about a year ago. At least that is when I started having quite a hard time understanding her. The niece, Leala-girl, is the one who does most of the translating since she she understands her mom the best. She’s only ten. I don’t know which is more sad, the fact that her mom can’t speak, or the fact that her ten year old daughter has to translate for her.

And here I am with my sister last Thursday. Photo courtesy of Leala-girl.

And I don’t know what I would do without this man. Photo courtesy of Chloe-girl.

I hope you had a wonderful time with the ones you loved.

Posted on Gayle’s Monday Memories.