Family Thanksgiving

This girl could not be separated from her new CatCatCat!

Blogger is being a weirdo today, so this post may be light on text. But that is okay, because the purpose of it is simply to showcase some of the gorgeous pictures my dad took of the kiddos (and a few scattered big people) during Thanksgiving at the Grunerts' in Annapolis. We took no photos of the Meal, as we were all too busy enjoying it to be bothered. :-)There were contributions from many cooks, and yet the soup was unspoiled. We ate with gusto and energy, with the only exception of Miles, who fell asleep at the table. Holidays are hard on young metabolisms.

We did have a perfectly lovely visit to the local playground on Thanksgiving, and then on Saturday Dad snapped a few of us before getting into his car for the return drive. I have had better hair. But I cannot argue with the quality of the photo. Rock on, Cameraman!

The wooden train set= always a favorite part of Miles' visit to his Grandparents

Dad calls this Miles' cross country picture. OH THAT MY SON NAMED MILES WOULD BE A RUNNER!

Look, don't ask me why this space is here. Ask Blogger. Surely it knows.

With the smallest effort, Dad catches the shot I've been trying to get for over a year.

Haven't I been saying that Adele glows? She does. Witness.

Tim and Corey joined us and Miles furthered his acquaintance with Aunt Corey. It was the hat that won him over.

Money shots, all over the place. I can attest though, they were extra beautiful that day.

Miles goes in for his audition at Land's End next week. (jk)

Again, not my favorite of me. But, the mom stays in the picture.

How often are there pictures like this? With all these people at once? We had to document.

Oh, awesome. Blogger has apparently decided I am writing some modern style of poetry here. Dig dig.

File this under further mysteries of Blogger. There are forces at work beyond our ken. Anyway, perhaps the next entry, containing our trip to Longwood Gardens, will be formatted, contain Reason and Sense, and be written in prose? Wait in suspense with me.