Thanksgiving

Waking up to watch the falling snow. 

Princess dress on? Check. Now, to make a crown for Uncle Nate, who will be here any minute.

Nate puts the crown on, like a good sport.

Grandma Sue gave Laney a big box of dress-up clothes and accessories for Christmas last year, so when she was drafted into a Princess Dance Party, she had no one to blame but herself.

The benefits of a 34-degree mud room.

If this isn't my favorite photo of all time, I don't know what is. 

Nate, supervising the grilling of the turkey.

Guinness. For Thanksgiving strength.

The table.

Place cards by Laney 

Sharing cranberry sauce with Uncle Nate, and/or stabbing him in the tonsils.

Discovering apple pie.

Spoon drumming with Great-grandpa Ron.

Hagen and his great-grandfather.

We played a game of "Cranium," which was great fun. Your dad drew a card that told him to act out "Magnetism," so he threw himself at our refrigerator. Nate guessed it correctly in two seconds.