Turkey 'n Spuds

The Tuesday before Thanksgiving, Benjamin's daycare served up some culinary fun that might have been called "Parents: Come Feed Your Own Damn Kid Some Lunch for a Change", but instead it was called the "Thanksgiving Potluck," or something like that.
We served up a heapin' helpin' of delicious Thanksgiving favorites.  Benjamin responded with this face:

Kids, Mommies, and, me.



The kid sitting next to him kept grabbing at his food.  You wouldn't think it would be that easy to steal food from a renegade Indian, but Benjamin was all too happy to share.  He was only really interested in the pie.

The Real Turkey Deal on Thursday.  We hoofed on up to Blacksburg, over the river and through the woods to Grandmother's (and Grandfather's) house we went.

Here's Grandpa and his oven mitts and the Bird.

The oven mitts were one of the many new attractions for Benjamin.

Grandma and Grandpa also bought him some swell new toys and a new bed.



Aunt Larissa and Uncle Eric got in on the the cooking, and Bob and Dee Leggett drove down from Great Falls to join the festivities.

A holiday devoted to giving thanks for all we have (wonderful family and friends) and all we don't have (gonorrhea).  Ultimately it's about the joys of feasting and gluttony, and giving thanks for elastic waistbands.

Happy Thanksgiving!