by Paige Pooler
Good lord, too many things are going on over here right now…
First things first, it is Canadian Thanksgiving this coming weekend and I am throwing dinner for 10 at my house a mere 2 weeks after we’ve moved in. The house is still in slight disarray. I hung up one picture last weekend (a very small one) and practically high-fived myself with excitement.
Americans are always baffled at the thought of Thanksgiving not being in November and are constantly asking me at random moments what exactly we are celebrating.
“We are giving thanks” is generally my response.
Sounds goofy to say “I am celebrating the Harvest with my family”, which kind of sounds like, well, I am a giant hippie. Which is certainly possible, since I am West Coast to the bone.
Leading up to our fantastical Thanksgiving event, there have been some interesting things going on.
First week at proper day-care for Little Man. Which equals crying-jags times 5. Every morning. For me, I mean. Oh, and him. As in, he cries when I try to leave… and then while I am leaving (and he’s crying) I cry too. As I am driving to work, I mean. I am a highly emotional mess this week.
And every morning seems to start out the same way with me turning my back on Little Man for ONE MINUTE, when I turning back he was actually drinking from the dog’s water bowl. Before he drinks though, he first spills it all over his school uniform. After 3/4 of it is on the floor, then he lifts it to his mouth to drink.
Emotional mess.
Dog water.
Crying tears of sadness as Little Man is a big boy.
Crying tears of disgust as he and the dog slurp water together.
Apparently, mostly crying down here in the South.
Happy Thanksgiving?!
One Lovely Atlantic Mama and family 
Little Man is growing up to Big Boy! My goodness – it happens so quickly!
Happy Thanksgiving to all of you – XXOO
I found some of this very interesting and thought you may too. I hopeyou have a wonderful day and I know you’ll do us canucks proud!!
“The date and location of the first Thanksgiving celebration is a topic of modest contention. Though the earliest attested Thanksgiving celebration was on September 8, 1565 in what is now Saint Augustine, Florida[1][2], the traditional “first Thanksgiving” is venerated as having occurred at the site of Plymouth Plantation, in 1621.”
“The history of Thanksgiving in Canada goes back to an explorer, Martin Frobisher, who had been trying to find a northern passage to the Pacific Ocean. Frobisher’s Thanksgiving was not for harvest but homecoming. He had safely returned from a search for the Northwest Passage, avoiding the later fate of Henry Hudson and Sir John Franklin. In the year 1578, he held a formal ceremony, in what is now the province of Newfoundland and Labrador, to give thanks for surviving the long journey. The feast was one of the first Thanksgiving celebrations by Europeans in North America. Frobisher was later knighted and had an inlet of the Atlantic Ocean in northern Canada named after him — Frobisher Bay.”
….huh…who knew…
So glad you’re celebrating with family…it’s a great tradition!
We’ll be thinking of you sweetie…
Hugs…