Thanksgiving 2011

Ever since Arch and I got married we have been having both of our parents over to our house for Thanksgiving. My mom is a pharmacist in a long term acute care facility and there are only 2 pharmacists for their patients. She usually worked Thanksgiving and the other pharmacist worked Christmas...this year the plan changed so my mom offered to have Thanksgiving at her house. I only got a few pictures because I was too excited about taking a little break from my diet to even worry with taking pictures.

I did get a few of Tripp enjoying his first Thanksgiving feast...although he still prefers to be fed rather than to feed himself...





Then we went outside for a little while before heading home...

Ruth Ann had fun throwing leaves...and at my parents house there is no shortage of leaves...



Then Ruth Ann and her daddy took off on a four wheeler ride...no matter how much I dress this girl in a smocked dress or appliqued clothes with matching bows...there's a strong streak of country girl running through her that I just don't think I'm going to be able to win the battle against...





While they were gone I got a few pictures of Tripp...



I'm always behind the camera taking pictures so I'm trying to make an effort to take more pictures with my children so one day they'll know what I looked like too!

I also got a great picture of Tripp with Arch's parents...Arch's mom rarely smiles for pictures so I was THRILLED with these pictures...even though I wish Tripp was in a little bit better of a mood...



I think this sweet boy just brings out the smiles in all of us!



Once the four wheeling daddy and daughter returned I got a picture of me with both of my babies...



And the trauma from the day that took 5 years off my life resulted in this...



My mom and I were in the kitchen and smelled something burning. The cranberries were overflowing and burning on the bottom of the oven. I took out the hot dish and of course there was no where on the stove to put the hot dish. My mom was looking for a place to set the dish down...all the while the oven was wide open and Tripp crawled up to the open door. The next thing I knew Tripp put his little chubby hand on the open door and he started crying...but he wouldn't pick his hand up off the door. My first thought was of course the worse case scenario...he's melted his hand to the oven door. I screamed for someone to take the dish from me and Spencer thankfully came to my rescue. I snatched Tripp up and ran cool water over his hand while he was whimpering...it was awful...but in 5 minutes he was fine and back to his usual self. I thought we were going to avoid a blister...but it was looking like the picture above before we left my parents. But it didn't slow his crawling down at all, so clearly I was more traumatized by the event than he was. Mothers of boys can sympathize with the mis-adventures of little boys...at this rate I'm going to be completely gray headed by the time I'm 35!