Anyways, it was a super fun holiday. A little hectic with two kids, 50 people in attendance, and house guests, but totally worth it. Let's just say mom and I completely forgot to cook the one side dish we were in charge of bringing. Literally completely forgot. And a family holiday is not complete without our corn casserole, but thankfully that means I get to cook it for us this week and we can eat it all ourselves!
Without further adieu, our holiday in pictures.
Here's the whole group after our big meal in my Aunt Donna's backyard. Please disregard the white bottle of RoundUp in the front of the picture. Professional photographers we are not (although I just noticed that there is a tripod on this shot that we aren't using. Strange.)
The boys posing with their cigars. Apparently every family holiday must involve cigars....
And shots. Shots! Who does shots on Thanksgiving?! Not I. But I did enjoy watching.
Mom and her girls (and baby D) (side note: thank you Banana Republic for producing this amply flowy top which allowed me not only to conceal remaining baby poundage but extraneous sweet potato casserole and pecan pie. I am eternally grateful.)
Grandma and Grandpa pre-shots (this is kind of false advertising because Grandma didn't actually do one.)
Southern holiday requirement: corn hole. No prior experience necessary.
It also helps to have a bouncy house present for the children. It's like a large plastic babysitter.
Onlookers. And yes, my Aunt lives in the middle of nowhere. There are actual hay bales across the street. My sister from NYC couldn't believe when a man rode by on a tractor. It was her equivalent to watching Little House on the Prairie.