Thanksgiving

First off, let me say, I kind of think that Thanksgiving is a weird holiday. It's on a Thursday, and always on a Thursday, Friday is a phantom holiday, where some things are open, some things aren't, etc. Plus, there seems to be no universal tradition associated with it other than eating. Which, you know, is something most people do every day anyway. Oh, turkey, stuffing, the works? Yeah, that's called "Sunday dinner" once a month or so. I don't know. I find Christmas much more satisfying. Nevertheless, I now offer a veritable cornucopia of photos from the day:

Whipped cream, with a side of pumpkin pie. Mmmmmmmmmm.

Brooke's boy Maddox. That's not Brooke with him, it's Shelby. He's sure a cutie.


Apryl hanging out with Gwen. I don't know if we told most people, but Gwen is just a shortened nickname. Her full name is Gwenedict Arnold Mason.


Gwen happy in the swing. I don't know what it is with swings and babies (it'd make me damn sick to be swung), but I'm glad they like it.


This is the part where Conor explains that you have to put all your food into a big pile and mash it all together until it's unrecognizable and then put gravy on it. Jack is confused.

Halle surveys the scene.

Trevor and Aerin are excited to eat.


The kids go outside afterwards to burn some calories.

I started using the rapid fire mode of taking pics and caught some mid-air action. I wish you could see the last two, one right after the other. It's really cool, stop-motion photography.
This was just really funny to me. Aerin trying casually to use her spoon to get some turkey.

New background for the holidays

I probably should have waited until after Thanksgiving. But I didn't. Happy Non-denominational Mid-Winter Holidays!

Kids and Random Musings

Jack wants to suck your...orange gatorade. Admit it, he looks crazy.

The oldest is almost old enough to help out with the youngest. Reliably help. Almost.


A quick nap before dinner.

What is it with people expecting favors? I mean, asking for favors, sure, but trying to emotionally strong arm you into favors? Where an objective observer would surely comment upon the chutzpah of the other person in even asking for the favor in the first place? These emotional bullies, these social terrorists, they can kiss my grits. Seriously, folks, nothing will make me madder faster than trying to take advantage of my good nature, and use my courtesy against me, as a crowbar, to force me to do your bidding. It's fairly easy to spot, and it's very unbecoming. Knock it off.