Prior to Thanksgiving, we figured we'd better go over the basic point of the holiday. Role playing is our favorite way to teach. That, and lots of construction paper and staples.
My Man graciously provided power for the Mayflower - and MomLady was lucky enough to be Head Indian Big Momma Chief Lady at the First Feast.
We then proceeded to drive to Texas. That would be 1000 miles, or roughly 16 hours, of driving time. And ya know what? The kids were awesome. The drive was awesome. Life was awesome.
Awesome, I tell you.
Plus we saw some cotton fields, and had a quick educational detour. Da Boyz thought it was pretty much the coolest thing ever. And it was.
We then arrived at my brother-in-law's mother-in-law's. They were kind enough to be out of town, and leave us with lots of beds and pretty serving dishes.
We did the whole Thanksgiving Thang. My sister-in-law did the turkey like it was NO BIG DEAL. (But oh, it was....) Little Prince got his dearest wish in the shape of a turkey leg. And we made way too much food. WAY too much food. But isn't that the point?
Oh, and we had pumpkin pie, too.
Then we had serious relative time.
Mr. Squishy played a lot.
Ouro Branco played a lot.
Little Prince played a lot, too, but avoided the camera while doing so.
Then we went home.
The night we pulled into the driveway of our Home Sweet Home, we had a delivery:
Our neighborhood ROCKS.