Turkey day memories

The day started with a little stroll outside with aunt Andrea. It was a little chilly so Bridger wore both a hat and his hood. You can never be too warm...or have a cold chin. (sorry about not getting your face in the picture, Andrea)

For an appetizer, Corbin had a pickle. He seemed to enjoy it. Grandma had to wrestle it out of his hands once he started rubbing pickle juice in his eyes.

Then we had the feast. Isn't that table pretty? We thought it was. The centerpiece (the paper bag turkey) was hand crafted by Braden and Andrea. Pretty darn clever. The middle runner of paper was for writing what you were thankful for. It didn't get used much. Does that mean we're ungrateful, or just hungry? I think we were hungry. It did come in handy when trying to convince Bridger to stay at the table..."here, Bridger, a crayon. Color on the table." It worked for a minute.

Dinner was followed up by a spinning session in the chair. Luckily dinner did not make a repeat appearance.

Thanks for having us over, Mom and Dad. We had so much fun.