|Brian at breakfast. Not all the pies are pictured here.|
We spent Thanksgiving with Grandma Peggy and Grandpa Bob (or as Emil calls him "BOB"). We got there the night before and Grandma and I made more pies. The counter was already full of them, yet she had more un-baked pie shells ready to fill. I asked Grandma how she decided how many and what pies to bake, did she go with one per person? "AHAHAHAHAHAHA! No." I didn't do any official math or anything, but we had eight adults, one puny 6 year-old, and three 1 year-olds, and we had 15 pies. NOW who is hilarious?
My boys turn into crazies at both their grandparents' homes. Suddenly Colin will only eat treats (the same boy who will choose broccoli every time at home) and Emil turns into a Special Ops Destruction Team. Bridget was her usual lovely self, helping Grandma create the boys' undoing - turkey place card holders made of cookies and chocolate and candy corn.
Rob, Claire, and Ian joined us late in the morning on Thursday, then Grandpa Curtis came, he thought, an hour before dinner. Come on - when has Thanksgiving dinner ever happened on time?
The day after Thanksgiving we went to the LDS Institute and let the kids run free in the gym for a while.