Thanksgiving. Mmmm, boy.
This past month, the girls and I tediously studied the who, whys, and hows behind our Thanksgiving celebrations here in America. I feel like we earned our platter-sized plate of food. Probably my favorite Thanksgiving meal of all time. Had there been ham and feijoada in the mix, it would’ve been perfection!
The girls adored spending time with their cousins. They ran all over that house giggling at very unnatural octaves and even did some caroling (at normal octaves)- until they noticed we were watching them.
Our second visit involved my side of the family. Boy cousins play very differently, hah!
Our annual-when-we’re-in-the-area post-meal walk was so so great. Perfect fall weather, gorgeous sunset, sweet dog tagging along, and not a single child got tired halfway through forcing us to lug them back to the house on our hip.