Not Home...

So thanksgiving takes us away from home, again. We are at Bill and RoAnns for the remainder of the weekend. Things have been OK so far. Thank God for anti-anxiety meds. Jasper is currently on Ro's lap screaming at the teething toys that she is stuffing in his mouth. Not happy.

I should grab him, but I am trying not to be my usually bossy self. Now she is putting a blanket in his mouth. Is that safe? Hmm.
Ok, so Ryan and the rest of his fam are at a Pacers Game in Indy. I hate B-Ball so that was not even an option.
I miss my family. A call to my dad revealed that they are going to Haps tomorrow. I am so jealous. I was really thinking of getting in my car and heading to West Lafayette to see the real family. I miss them so much. Maybe before Jaspers 15th b-day we can get over there. Its a goal.

Well I made the pies and the rolls and they were fabulous. Mind you they were made by a sneak attack, but they were great. The deal is that RoAnn did not want me to make the stuff at home. She wanted to make them here, as a part of tradition or something. But I wanted not to be rushed around and bossed in the kitchen on the day before so I thought ahead. I made the pies on Monday at home in my very quite kitchen. Well despite the in between, they went over very well and RoAnn gave me the blessing to do that again. I make great pies and my rolls were Fabu.
We took some pictures of Jasper playing the piano with his butt earlier, so I will get those posted later. Hope you all had a great Turkey Day.