turkey(s) with stuffing

I'm still working my way down that to-do list. Yesterday was 'place cards' for the kids at thanksgiving dinner. My place cards are pretty non-traditional--these stuffed turkeys will be at each plate along with a little name tag strung around their middles.

There are five turkeys in the clutch (brood? what do you call a nest full of turkeys?) And the worst part was cutting out those knobby-kneed legs.
Emma is having a hard time distinguishing between turkeys and chickens. Every time we pass one of those over-the-top inflatable turkey yard ornaments, she laughs and says, "mom, did you SEE that chicken??!!" And no, Emma, these are not the chickens for the kids at Thanksgiving. These are the turkeys--for the tenth time!!

(this one's my favorite because I put his feet on backwards)

Perhaps her forgetfulness is closely related to the fact that "it hurts inside her horehead (forehead)", the skin below her nose matches the color of her rosy-red lips, and I listen to her sniff and snort every twelve seconds. Yes, two days before thanksgiving, I'm nursing two babes back to health. Mary has pretty much the same symptoms as Emma, along with a nasty fever. I like those fevers because it means her body is fighting off the sickness. (right, mom?) We barely made it to the drug store for grape Tylenol and the library for a few movies before everyone collapsed in tears in the parking lot. (I did manage to hold back tears of my own, tho').

Now, they're both under quilts on the sofa watching Kipper. Emma is sucking her thumb and rubbing her belly and Mary is sucking her hand (yes, her hand--just below the thumb) and rubbing back and forth right under her nose.  My little lumps on the sofa. Eventually, I'll drag them off for chicken noodle soup and naps....And I'll take the quiet afternoon at home to get laundry done and my pies and bread made before we head to western Maryland on Thursday.