I want to knock this post out as soon as possible because if there’s anything I hate, it’s reading blog posts about holidays WAY after the holidays. So here we go…

We went to my Aunt Deanne and Uncle Bob’s house for Thanksgiving. I made my very first apple pie, even though I prefer my apples uncooked. It was beautiful, if I may say so myself, and not too shabby, taste-wise. I have to confess I used a store-bought crust, and that’s pretty much what made it so beautiful, so don’t be terribly impressed.

Some pictures from the day…

Do not be fooled by this eating picture. The boys ate only crackers. Sigh.

Just some pretty things:

So then after dinner, my crazy Uncle Bob (as is his custom) climbs this really tall tree and puts a star up. I swear, my palms sweat just thinking about it. But thankfully, the evening did not end with a 911 call. The boys were very concerned watching it.

The boys had fun throwing acorns into the pond behind their house.

And that was pretty much it for the day. It was lovely and relaxing and was great to see family, as usual.