Thanksgiving!!!

So after Grandma and Grandpa left, we decided to invite ourselves over to my aunt, uncle, and cousins house for one big festive Thanksgiving. It took a lot of planning and doing, but we went. I of course had to push, shove, and obviously do most of the packing to get this thing going, but it happened.

Ryker and I all ready to go.

Our Pilot at the helm all ready to go.

As much as we like to travel, this view gets very old. That is why Ryker and I have learned the art of sleeping in the car.

AAAHHHH, we were being chased by the Ghost Light! (Or mommy realizing that trying to take a picture of the moon while traveling in a car going 65 mph doesn't work.)

Thanksgiving Morning. It was like the sky was anticipating the Thankfulness that would soon fill the air.

A face that says I am thankful for food.

A smile that says I am thankful for everything.

A hug that says I am thankful for you!

My sweet cousin Ella had drawn my name for the Cousin Christmas Exchange. She could hardly wait for me to get out of the bath so I could open my present. A Fancy Nancy nightgown!

Landon is amazing, and decided to go with a new ever popular trend and FRY the turkey. So here is the boys doing what boys do. (Ryker kept watching out the window, trying to communicate that he was the last male in the house and he couldn't handle all the estrogen anymore. So he finally did what boys do in such situations, took a long nap.)

Can you really have a Thanksgiving Dinner without pumpkin pie? I think if you tried, the Thanksgiving Police would come and arrest you for breaking with Traditional Holiday Law. But we will never know since we will always have Pumpkin Pie.

Oh turkey . . . Oh yummy.

Table beautifully set with all the all the adornments.

The FEAST! It was absolutely superb. Shellie and Landon, THANK YOU!!!

Two fancy cousins after an exciting day full of thanksgiving! What a wonderful day.

A Turkey

Grandma and Grandpa were on their to visit my aunt, uncle, and cousins for Thanksgiving, so we decided to have our own little Thanksgiving Dinner early with them. Do you know that watching the Turkey cook is amazing? Well, it is just in case you were wondering.

Experiment in The Kitchen

It is that time of year that we must make and devour exquisite treats made from the puree of a certain member of the squash family. Daddy's Favorite is Pumpkin Roll. My aunt made this delicious treat and gave my mommy hope that she could do it too. (If you don't know my mommy well, she is domestically handicapped. Honestly, she burned no-bake-cookies. Seriosly handicapped.) Since I am obviously Marvelous, I volunteered to assist her.

Do see that even though I am baking I am wearing posh accessories and showing off my exquisite manicure. You can never be too fancy.

I am definitely skilled in the measuring arena.
Oh, the aroma is to die for.

It was truly delicious. Follow the link at the top for this scrumptious treat!

A Sad Day For Mommy, A Day Of Joy For The Family

So that all may now know. Mommy is at work for the very last time tonight. It has been a decision that has taken a lot of time, thought, and prayer. But something we think is best for our whole family. (Really Ryker and I are pretty selfish and we want her to stay home and stop going to work to play with other cute babies.)

Snow is falling all around

So there is a little song we have been singing lately,

Leaves are falling all around,

On the rooftops on the ground.

Leaves are falling on my nose,

On my head and hands and toes.

We have been singing it a lot lately, it is Fall right? But this morning Mommy woke me up singing another version.

Snow is falling all around . . .

What!!!

Flashback Friday: ARGH Me Matey

Recently, my parent's started noticing my eyes would start to wander. No, not the eye wander I gets when I no longer want to pay any attention to them because they are boring old people and blah blah blah blah blah. But the type of wandering that is caused by weak eye muscles. So on goes the patch! I wasn't too sure what to think of the patch at first, but they convinced me it was cool by talking like pirates, make hooks with their hands, and singing Pirate Shanties. After several renditions of Pirates Don't Change Diapers, they finally had me convinced. Then I remembered . . .

I am already a Pirate! I was granted pirateship and given my pirate name by my favorite pediatric resident at Doernbecher Children's Hospital. Little Shark Tooth Alena returns.

It's a Boy Thing

Sometimes a man just gets plumb tuckered out.

Mom is Great . . . She Gives Me Chocolate Cake

Well not exactly chocolate cake, it was donut. But still, the idea of getting a donut for breakfast . . . PURE BLISS!!! I have been tortured with things like sweet potatos, strained spinach, and other unspeakable wannabe food items for too long. Besides I used my amazing negotiating skills and discussed the nutritional benefits of a donut. There are eggs and flour in donuts. Do not those two ingredients make up most breakfast food anyways. My logic baffled her and I of course won. (It also helped that she was exceptionally tired from having to stay up late with Michelle and get up all night to check on at least one us and then get up early with me since I decided to give Daddy an appropriate off to work send off.)

My true American Breakfast.

Waiting for Mommy to really wake up an discover what she had agreed too.

Realizing that she had no strength left to stop me, thus allowing me to enjoy this cakey goodness.

No Longer a Hippy

I have been enjoying growing out my hair. I have been envisioning myself as Samson, and my hair was the symbol of my strength. Then one day one of Mom and Dad's friends came over, and he looked at me and made some comment having to do with hippies and long hair. Samson cool, hippies, hmm.

So one morning after our bath Daddy told Mommy he was giving her the chance to cut my hair otherwise he was going to buzz it off himself. He was not go to have a hippy for a son.

My forlorn face when I realized I was about to have hair "shortened".
Not so sure why my mother took this picture, but she is weird like that.

Daddy confirming that his son's hair was in great need of a trim.

The "after" look, sigh. I was trying to be happy.

Then I saw all this hair on the counter and realized, I was glad no one had resorted to calling me "Goldilocks" that would have been traumatizing.

So I decided it was all worth it.