So this post is a bit late. Whatever. I have a new carpet cleaner so I’ve been a little sidetracked steam vac-ing all the things.
A couple weeks ago we did this thing called Thanksgiving. It’s where you get together with some other people and make tons of food and eat as much of it as possible until you’re so full that you can barely even reach for more food. Then all of you, or most of you if there is a baby sleeping or something equivalently inhibiting, go to the beach and take a lot of pictures and then you come home and eat pie with an obnoxious amount of whipped topping and/or ice cream.
Also, it’s not Thanksgiving for my family unless somebody in the party vomits.
At least that’s the way we seem to be doing it these last few years.
Here is that day in picture overload.
(minus the vomit)
Mom, where is all the food?
No, seriously, where is all the food.
There is going to be food, right?
Yes boys. Yes. There is food.
Lots of food.
Lots and lots and lots of food
AHHHH! IT’S TOO MUCH!
We did this thing where we took a white table cloth and everybody who ate Thanksgiving with us wrote what they were thankful for on it.
We’ll pull it out year after year and along with our guests we’ll add to it, making sure to put the date under each note.
Thanks to Taylor and Kait, there were tons of pictures of good friends being friendly. Tons. Too many for me to post them all, but you know I have post some of them because that’s what I do.
Um… I don’t even know what to say about this next picture.
And now to the beach for recess!
Red Rover, Red Rover…
Send Cliffy and Gabe right over.
And then there is this picture of Wesley and Kait playing tag or something.
Which looks suspiciously similar to this picture taken the same week last year. Teenagers these days.
Obviously, we had a very good Thanksgiving, people.
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