Thanksgiving

Ahhh.. Thanksgiving. A holiday solidly converged on food. Love it. This year a 24-pound, brown sugar and Jim Beam rubbed, kosher salt brined turkey emerged a crispy golden brown from my oven. Success. Delicious Success. Thank you Chad for lugging that thing to Mom and Pop's house. And thanks Amelia and Chad (again) for riding in my car seats... I forgot my car rides 5 folks only if your hiney can fit in a car seat. *shrugs* Oops.

The boys had a Thanksgiving picnic-- so much easier than fielding food off the carpet. And we had very nice complimenting outfits for all of 10 minutes...then life happened and sweats and T-shirts and bare feet appeared. *shrugs* What do you expect from us?

After the food, all the cousins (not the first cousins once removed) played our typical game of elimination sort-of volleyball. I guess that's what you'd call it. Or a "let's-stand-in-a-big-circle-and-hit-a-kickball-in-the-air-and-see-how-many-times-we-can-hit-it-around-this-circle-no-wait-let's-eliminate-each-player-that-screws-up" game. Love it too.

Happy Thanksgiving!