On Thanksgiving morning, as is tradition in my family, we piled in the minivan and headed over the proverbial river and through the proverbial woods to Grandmother's house. Nora was relatively well behaved during the 3.5 hour car journey, which included a stop at Bojangles for a "bo berry biscuit", which was priced at $0.89 for one or $1.00 for two...and Europeans ask why Americans overeat so much. Before leaving Bojangles, Nora managed to dump her entire cup of water down the front of her dress, which was immediately removed, thus clearing the way for getting chocolate all over her onesie later in the car ride. Upon arriving to my grandmother's house, we discovered that, as usual, all the food was ready, warm, and waiting for us. After a little bit of unpacking, we sat down for our Thanksgiving meal. I, for one, was very thankful to have my wife, daughter, parents, and grandmother with me on that special day. The food was delicious, as you shall see below.
After dinner, and throughout the three day visit, Nora played with both her grandparents, but mostly continuing to strengthen the bond with her grandmother, to whom she would become very attached over the coming week.
Checking out her new crib at Great-Grandma's house in her chocolate-stained onesie.
The bird gobbleth no more.
The impeccably set table.
My father carving the turkey.
Everyone takes their place.
A cranberry jello salad my grandmother makes.
Cool turkey napkins.
Pumpkin pie with whipped cream.
Nora surprised us with a sonata.
Having fun with Grandma.
Some sort of monster in the Hundred Acre Wood.
Turkey leftovers for dinner!
Wrestling with Grandpa.
One way to sit down.
There's nowhere I'd rather be on Thanksgiving than with my grandmother.
All the photos of our Thanksgiving visit can be seen here.