Thankful Day~

Rhen ran off early on Thanksgiving morning to play football with the big boys. Of course, I snuck (is that a word?) away quietly after him to take a few pictures. Trouble is, they played on a field soooo dang far away that I couldn’t even tell which moving blur was actually him. After zooming in about eight-hundred-million times, it turns out that he is the guy on the far right. Seriously couldn’t tell…so I went home.

And it was a good thing too, because the Macy’s Parade was on–and you know I don’t want to miss that. I positively LOVE it. In fact, someday–I’d like to be sitting in one of those hotel rooms watching the parade from the window, like the little girl does in Miracle On 34th Street. Mmmmm…that would be awesome.

Bucket List for sure.

Blondie was pretty excited about the Sesame Street float…

and Rhen started shrieking when he saw these guys. No earthly idea why.

Later that day, we zipped off to April and Jacobs for the real-deal-meal. Petra is hoping Jacob drops some of the turkey he’s carving. No chance, chicky. Turkey is bad for doggies. But the humans are going to LOVE it.

That, and every other dang thing on the table. Yummo. Come to me mashed potatoes, I have big plans for you. Heh, heh.

Oh, wait. There’s a cat in my seat. Down Buttercup. You ain’t having my turkey either.

The kids made these oh-so-adorable place cards so we’d all know where we were going. Good thing, too cause I wouldn’t want to get lost on a day like today…

and with a plate full of scrumptiousness. Stuf-fing–stuf-fing–stuf-fing…

Guess the kids knew that Rhenny-boy likes bananas.

Such a good, good day.

Even had a bit of after dinner entertainment. That is suppose to say, “Ready for some haunted adventures and excitement?” So cute. It turned out to be a couple kids walking around under blankets while the other ones threw pillows at them. Spooky indeed.

Several people were asked to bring pie. I’d say it was a successful adventure. Hmmmm…where to start? Where to start?

One of each ought to do it.