Thanksgiving

Ah, Thanksgiving. The one day each year in which it is socially acceptable to eat until you have to loosen your pants. Of course, that doesn't really stop me on most days the rest of the year. This year was probably the smallest Thanksgiving that Lacey or I have ever been to. It was our year to spend with my side of the family, and it was just Lacey, the boy and me, my parents, and Brent and Lindsay.

We had all the usual stuff, you know--turkey, potatoes, stuffing, corn, rolls, yams, pies, and all sorts of other goodies. We even watched football for the first 10 minutes of each game until they turned into laughers. And when football wasn't on, Lacey has started a new tradition where we watch The Office. Great day. And here's some pictures of the festivities; oddly enough Lacey isn't in any of the pictures, she must have been running the camera all day. (as usual)

Grandpa playing pattycake with the boy.







Our little drool machine.

Aunt Lindsay and Uncle Brent.







Traditional Thanksgiving Nap.

Robert ate so much he's growing some nice man boobs.