Thanksgiving, and we're moving??

 This move has really snuck up on us. I don't know if it's the holidays, homeschooling, the demands of Young Women's, or what, but we're totally unprepared. I haven't even started packing. Joe has a little, but he usually ends up unpacking the box he packed because it has things I still need in it. Normally, the military would move us, but because this is a deployment followed by a move, we're putting our stuff in storage and then the movers will come to the storage unit, repack it, and then move it. Yeah. So no point in doing a super great job packing.

Anyway. I digress. Thanksgiving. We had Joe's new boss over that just moved here.  It was great. He's from Puerto Rico, she's from Serbia, so they brought some yummy homeland dishes.  While I was busy baking, Dottie created her own Thanksgiving feast in her bedroom:

 I made mother's rolls (that's what they're really called...plus, I did learn the recipe from my mama). The kids helped me roll them.  They turned out perfectly. I really got good at making these rolls a few years back when I was extremely pregnant with Ruby and I made rolls every night for a week for a fundraiser for the Young Women to go to camp.  Oh, the things I have done for those girls.

 Ruby was "helping" make the relish tray.

This little girl has become quite the avid cook.  She always wants to help. I thought of a good task for her this night. As I cut the vegetables, I put them in a little bowl, and she dumped them in the pan. Helping, but no risk of losing fingers.  However, I shouldn't brag too much. About five minutes later, I discovered that she had been spooning these vegetables in the silverware drawer that's at her waist. Ah. Oh well. I won't squelch her spirit.