We made it through Thanksgiving. We had a wonderful get-together at my mom's house, with all of the trimmings. She forgot to put the deviled eggs out on the table, which I'm sure will have her lying awake all night. Seriously. She'll lie awake all night. Love you , Mom. Here are a few images from the day, as I'm still in a bit of a tryptophan haze.

Dad's Thanksgiving Day refrigerator art.
My mom cures her own olives. You can't have any. They're MINE!
We arrived a little early so that my dad could take our Christmas card photo. I think I may be most thankful for digital cameras. It just ain't gonna happen on the first try. Or the second.
We also made it out to our great grandma Leatha's house for bit. I didn't realize until I got home that Charlotte's eyes were closed. Darnit!
I hope everyone had a wonderful holiday!


Behold, the cupcake of DOOM! Seriously, this had to be the most labor-intensive cupcake I've seen in a long time. They promptly ate the frosting turkey off the top, thrust the cupcake part up to us and proclaimed, "Done!"





Rachel, enjoying the percussion competition with Papa.


Buhach Colony's drum major.
These girls were having fun.
The hosts of the parade...the always impressive Cardinal Regime. We got to meet Mr. C., their band director and my former band director. The girls thought it was a pretty big deal.










