Thanksgiving was very uneventful for us this year: Wendy's Mom did not
break her ankle, our cat Orion was not shot by a beebee gun, we did not
have a new born to take care of, it did not snow 6 inches, Wendy did not
make dairy-free mashed potatoes.
We celebrated in Marietta. In a burst
of genius on Wednesday evening, Wendy decided that if we left at Isaac's
bedtime, he would sleep all the way. Ha. Ha. Ha. Our first stop to deal
with Isaac was still inside the MI border (and we only live at mile marker
35). We had to stop subsequently every hour to calm down a hysterical son.
We finally arrived in Marietta at 3 a.m. It was nice, though, to wake up
Thanksgiving morning and be there already.
One interesting tidbit: we ran into one of the day care teachers in a
rest stop on our way there and into Wendy's two cousins who go to college
in Grand Rapids on the way home!
Isaac poses for Great-grandpa Ankrom to take his picture, then proceeds to
try to climb up the chair to pound Balin.
Isaac at the head of the Thanksgiving table.
Grandma teaches Isaac to play pattacake