Over the River and Through the Woods . . .
We celebrated Thanksgiving with Jif's entire family, at his parents' home. It was very special because Nana and PopPop are moving in a few weeks, down-sizing to a smaller place. Here is my SPF attempt at:
The thing that "makes" Thanksgiving:
A kids' table. This is the only time of year when there's a separate kids' table. As you can see, we fed the kids two carrots each. That is all. And they were lucky to get that.
The table "before." Isn't it elegant? Isn't it classy?
Warm family moment at the table:
BIL Spritz (gently touching the dried flower ring on the centerpiece): Don't call me Richard Simmons again, but this is really nice.
I didn't really get pix of the food, because we ate buffet style, and well, have you ever seen vultures on road kill? You don't go into a scene like that and stand still with a camera.
But here's the table after dinner, before dessert:
Warm family moment out front:
The lovely and talented Aunt Jen has the very fine idea of taking a family portrait in front of the house, since this will be everyone's last holiday in this home where Jif and sibs grew up. Parents, sibs and spouses, and grandchildren all gather in front of the house. Aunt Jen sets up the tripod, runs to get in the pic. This was no easy task; it was cold, the kids were not happy with the project, but WE DID IT! Whew! Thank the Lord that's over . . .
Slugger's mom: Wait! Where's Slugger?
Everyone looks for the littlest grandboy, who apparently did not make it into the picture. Except, maybe he did, because then Aunt Jen sees him looking out the window of the storm door, sticking his tongue out at the freezing family. After his brother went in and wacked him, and after he mostly stopped crying, we took another one.
Here's an "after" pic: I had what she's having!
Cindy Lou Who and the Chocolate Factory
Warm family moment:
I walk through the family room and slip on the braided rug which sits, un-grippered, on the hardwood floor. I regain my balance, don't hit the deck, and I hear my loving BIL from the recliner:
"Don't fall. I'd have to get up."
Well, as you've seen (and heard from Spritz), Nana did not have a "tacky" centerpiece.
::tangent:: Family visits here. Do you REALLY think I'm going to identify ANYTHING in my MIL's home as "tacky?" I thought not. ::end tangent::
If we were at my home, I could find you some tacky. Here's our centerpiece right now. I don't know that it's entirely tacky. It is more "country" than is my taste, but I do embrace the sentiment: