Making Mr. Eggplant, a Tinsley Thanksgiving tradition...not sure how it got started or why.
Their wagon got filled with produce. It's kind of like a Cornucopia-concept I guess.
I would have put a picture of the meal and family, but I think everyone will thank me for not. Meal pictures always come out strange. I always wonder if I really look that weird eating my food, or is it just the split second that the picture is taken. (I don't really want to know, btw, so don't inform me).
Having a great time with cousin Benjamin. They are only months apart, and each time we get together is more fun than the last.
Playing in the leaves with Grandmama.
After meal soccer game.
Guess the kids didn't get enough to eat at the Thanksgiving meal.
Then we had a big bonfire. Here is the pile before they set it on fire.
The inferno. I have to laugh though, because, Alden and Rhianwen are looking at a picture of the fire on Grandaddy's camera. Do your kids do that? Miss life because they want to see the picture.
Wally, Rhianwen, Alden, Grandaddy and Grandmama all camped out in the backyard in very cold weather. Corwin and Benjamin had a blast playing in the tents beforehand.
Grandmama made "hobos" but not in the fire. We also were glad to spend lots of time with cousin Virginia!
Then it was "Christmas-time" since we'll be at my parents, we let the kids open gifts from Wally's parents so they could see them do it.
Rhianwen looooves her new nightgown and so does Marie-Grace.
Sadly, the tractor pulling the train was not working, so this is just a photo-op.
Now, I just proved myself wrong. As seems to be the case for whoever is the youngest child, Corwin's favorite thing was unwrapping all of the ornaments and discovering what each was.
Just look at that branch.
Ta da! So many special ornaments from Wally's childhood, mine, and, now, the children's.
Continuing a Sunday nap. They got up from bed, sat in the recliner, and went back to sleep.
Now, back to finding out what my role is in doing justly and loving mercy as a consumer.