began dark and early with a Turkey Trot.
You know that frozen bird you maneauvered with your brut strength into the sink a few days ago?That's kind of what it felt like.
I DID prepare well though, and had to shed a layer or two mid-way
to some adoring (frozen) fans.
Dilemma: 
stayed in bed most of the day, but kept his spirits up and found energy sufficient to destroy our half-completed puzzles and meticulously-arranged Lincoln Log compounds.
We missed those of our "regular group" who have joined us at this same table for the past few years, but found a sweet bonding comfort together, despite being sans guests this year.It warmed up with the grand entry of the sun, so we decided to head out for a joyous family adventure in attempting (again) to take a family picture without a photographer.
(yeah, it never really is joyous...)But what am I thankful for? A husband who tolerates it, and does his best to pretend he's not irritated, and then still buys everyone ice cream when it's over.
We managed a handful of good ones, but there were definitely plenty of out-takes.
It was ffffffreeezing.
We consumed way too much pie upon returning home, while watching "A Charlie Brown Thanksgiving" and feeling the residual effects of the tryptophan...


There's no sense wasting






Since having semi-adapted to the weather here (the children, that is) the kids have found much with which to 
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