Then we made a turkey cake. E was in charge of frosting it.
As the classic saying goes, kitchen crafts are naked crafts.
That's not a classic in your house?
Then L woke up from her morning nap and we brought her downstairs. We forgot about the cake at infant height.
It didn't matter; that turkey was about to be eaten for lunch, anyway.
We all took a nap, and I went for a run. Then we ate this guy, too.
When I put E to bed tonight she asked when we can do Thanksgiving again. So we know our nuclear family holiday was a success.