I realized as I was getting all the pics together for this Thanksgiving post that we failed to get any pictures of the actual act of Thanksgiving, with the Rainbow Jello, the plump Tom turkey, the mashed taters, the popcorn, the pretzel sticks and so forth. It's a goal for next year I suppose. We traveled up to Dillon, spending our time with Gramma and Grandpa Chaffin. There's something magical about Dillon that can turn me into a kid again. I don't know if it's the carpeted walled basement or the steady diet of dilly bars and 'tato oles from Taco John's, but when I'm in Dillon, I'm 10 years old again. I guess it's not hard to get me into that puerile frame of mind...
We played what was easily the coldest game of turkey football that I can recall in recent years. Nick, Dane, Tanner, Dallin and I were dressed to kill. Believe it or not, we played worse than we looked. Yeah, I know we don't look good.
Soren, Coen and Reagan familiarized themselves with that old white wagon wheel that has been around since the pioneers traveled west. It is one of the quintessential symbols of that house in Dillon.
Reagen proved to be a great babysitter for Melanie and me. Not hard to do on that wonderful pea-soup-green couch; anyone who sits on it is immediately overcome by it's strange comfort. I hear the carpenter who made it learned his trade at Rivendell.
Like I said, there are few that can escape the mystical comfort of that couch. Soren crashed while fishing Goldfish out of his cup. He slept like that for an hour or so...
And we finally got a family picture. Of course, we needed that wagon wheel.
We played what was easily the coldest game of turkey football that I can recall in recent years. Nick, Dane, Tanner, Dallin and I were dressed to kill. Believe it or not, we played worse than we looked. Yeah, I know we don't look good.
Soren, Coen and Reagan familiarized themselves with that old white wagon wheel that has been around since the pioneers traveled west. It is one of the quintessential symbols of that house in Dillon.
Reagen proved to be a great babysitter for Melanie and me. Not hard to do on that wonderful pea-soup-green couch; anyone who sits on it is immediately overcome by it's strange comfort. I hear the carpenter who made it learned his trade at Rivendell.
Like I said, there are few that can escape the mystical comfort of that couch. Soren crashed while fishing Goldfish out of his cup. He slept like that for an hour or so...
And we finally got a family picture. Of course, we needed that wagon wheel.
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