There are no pictures of all the good homemade food we ate but that is ok. With each sister bringing a side dish, there didn't seem to be as much preperation necessary as usually (becasue everyone made it at their own house.) But the usualy dry turkey, stuffing, homemade rools, cranberries, pistachio pudding, pickled asparagus, pickles, olives, mashed potatoes, peas, homemade gravy, and greenbeans casserole were all for the taking.
Pre dinner activiteis including rough housing on grandparents waterbed.
We had to work up an appetite playing and laughing.
We had to work up an appetite playing and laughing.
Marlee was getting flipped over onto her belly by Grandpa and
she would just giggle like there was no tomorrow!
she would just giggle like there was no tomorrow!
Wyatt and Jana (his mommy) getting ready for dinner.
(Yes there is some photo editing around the edges.)
(Yes there is some photo editing around the edges.)
Wyatt was ROCKING OUT in the mike and ROCKING ON the horse at the same time.
Love the faux hawk!
Emma, Grandpa, and Wyatt were all picking at the candy table (note pictured and see previous post for further details). The look is over indulding on turkey.
Yes I make TJ dress up for the holidays. Take a close look at his mouth. You can see how he really feels about it. (Not really, he usually shows his teeth like that. He actually tolerates wearing clothes. Yes he will be wearing the same outfit for Christmas too.)
Wyatt is so funny. He loves to see himself in the camera display and will keep telling you to "do it again" so he can see different picture sof himself. I wonder if he will become a model.
(Yes there is photo editing around the edges/color.)
(Yes there is photo editing around the edges/color.)
This is the dog bed Caitlyn got me for the birthday in preperation of getting a dog (one of the greatest bday gifts ever!) Tj just sleeps on my bed at home so I took it to parents for him to use becasue he can't get on the furniture there. He actually uses it and this is just proof to Caitlyn because she doesn't believe me.
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