All that goes to say that we alternate Thanksgiving Day between our families annually. This year it was Goodman Thanksgiving but the good thing about our regional location is that we can usually mix and mingle both families a bit which works out nicely. We started by going to Yukon the day before Thanksgiving (Thanksgiving Eve, if you will) to Philip's grandparents to see Uncle Tim since he comes in from Chicago for turkey day.
Here would be the appropriate place to put a picture of the kids with Tim and the great-grandparents but as is painfully obvious I'm not very good at getting pictures of key moments. Anyway, we were able to have good visit after we strapped Denver in the new high chair Granddad bought to keep him from destroying all the breakables...
Yes, I kid, but he was more manageable here and seemed to enjoy the seat. :)
We then headed up to Woodward and the late hour of our arrival did nothing to dampen the spirits of one of our enthusiastic hosts, Brynn as she squealed with glee much like I'm sure the Pilgrims did when they happened upon Plymouth Rock.
Thanksgiving Day brought the rest of the cousins along with Nana, Papa, Cassey, and Michael. We all enjoyed a good meal and a relaxing afternoon together.
For the most part the little ones have begun to reach an age where they all play well together and Denver just kinda follows them around assessing the situation or playing on his own, as noted here.
Black Friday brought some early morning shopping for Jenny and I in downtown Woodward where we got some good deals without clawing through crowds or throwing elbows, but managed to mark nothing off our Christmas lists of things to buy for others.
The Norwood 4 then drove down to Sayre to spend the rest of the weekend at Nana & Papa's. This consisted of lots of time outside (we couldn't have ordered a better weather weekend),
helping Papa out
(that is if helping means getting in the way, adding more work, drinking his Mt. Dew, and basically reeking havoc).
Of note - until this trip Annie had not been introduced to Papa's favorite drink, Mt. Dew, to my knowledge, much less been given her own can of it. Shortly after her first taste she knew she'd been deprived. Wyatt was kind enough to promptly inform her there was an unlimited supply "and Papa doesn't care how many you drink when your workin'!"
After church on Sunday we made the trip home (which was met with dismay due to all the fun that had occurred).
We had such a good holiday. The kids played hard and really enjoyed every minute with their cousins. I laughed to almost tears a couple of times with my sisters and of course we brought up old and current reminescents that generally come up when everyone is together and we laughed some more. We have so much to be thankful for and after special long weekends like that with family I realize even more how much my cup overflows.