Goodness gracious you guys, our Thanksgiving was SO fun. Where do I begin?
With the Santa Train we ride every Thanksgiving after a delicious dinner at Ryan's parents' house?
(Ryan's family and my family are from different parts of the country. So, for those of you who may be from The North? Let me tell you: stuffing should contain cornbread and green beans should contain bacon and macaroni and cheese is a vegetable worthy of a spot at the table. YUM. And also, any drink with CO2 in it is Coke. Even Sprite.)
The spontaneous cousin football game in the back yard under an amazing double rainbow?
That pot of gold at the end of the rainbow? Contains a toddler with no pants on.
The Friday morning we visited friends who made us delicious pumpkin pancakes with real maple syrup and let our kids run wild all over their beautiful home/backyard/driveway?
The crazy-fun night-o-movies for the kids and their Nana and Pawpa while Ryan and I went to a friend's house and had some cuh-razy fun of our own?
(Unsurprisingly, our crazy fun involved a nice red and staying up way too late. It was only six hours after we got home that Wes came into our room wearing a box on his head and chanting "I am an alien" in his robot voice before climbing onto my bed and falling on top of me. That kid is freaking hilarious. And it was just as well that we were awake because it was time for another amazing breakfast, this time at a hole in the wall Ryan's parents knew about. YUMM-O.)
Or do I start with the Thanksgiving II meal I made for my parents and sister's family? I will tell you more about that later so I can go tackle the grade-pocolypse that's calling to me from my bag in the foyer. But I will leave you with this: