Happy Thanksgiving!!!

I love Thanksgiving. It's one of my favorite holidays, coming in second only to Christmas. We've spent the whole week at Gunlock with lots of Scott's mom's side of the family and friends. I am so grateful for my family, immediate and extended. I really scored big when I married Scott. He comes from a wonderful family, no wonder he turned out so solid. I am also so grateful for the gospel in our lives and for our Savior. I can't imagine what our life would be without our faith.

Here are a bunch of pictures from our Thanksgiving activities...

Our family picture

Some good old turkey football

Gunlock Thanksgiving wouldn't be complete without dress-like-complete-fools-and-drive-down-the-street-honking-and-making-noise-like-there's-no-tomorrow Thanksgiving parade.

We had a Santa (way to go, Uncle Scott, for being such a sport every year) who was chucking candy at the poor bystanders

Kids had a blast getting eggs every morning from the chicken coop

And, of course, we ate LOTS of good food, played lots of games, and just had a blast all week long, as we do every year. All the kids had a great time playing together. We hardly even saw Ben, he was always somewhere playing with his cousins. Can't wait till next year.

Just how smart is my little boy?

Ben found some pecan nuts, uncracked in their shells that I have from Gunlock. He grabbed one and was asking me how to ‘open’ it. I had just finished cleaning the kitchen and mopping the floor and really didn’t want to make a mess cracking a nut. So I told him we don’t have a nutcracker (which we really don’t) and that he can’t open it… Did I just tell Benjamin that he CANNOT do something? I should have known better.


He then tells me “Oh, I can do it, don’t worry”. After which he starts stomping and jumping on the nut with his bare feet. Needless to say, that didn’t ‘open’ the nut. So he informs me that he has an idea and goes straight to my small gadget drawer in the kitchen. Pulls out a few of them until, apparently, he finds what he is looking for. He grabs a garlic press and says “This will work”, sticks the pecan in there and sure enough...who said a garlic press can't serve as a nutcracker as well.

He was pretty proud of himself. So was I, for that matter. And I thought I was going to need to buy a nutcracker. Not anymore. My little boy has got it all figured out for me. His Dad must be an engineer or something...