
Last year, D was just a couple days old and I was still recovering, so Thanksgiving was kinda painful (learning to breastfeed, not being able to walk yet...). But this year, we had fun introducing her to all the Buxton/Evans/Lett traditions.
We watched the parade, ate a big breakfast (D can have egg now!), and pardoned a turkey. Then we headed over to Aunt Kathi's for more festivities.


I forget that people still think pilgrims and "indians" at Thanksgiving. I am trying to teach her it is just a day to usher in the Christmas season and think about how blessed we are. We

will get into the bloody truth later. (once I research more myself)
We had a scrumptious vegetarian feast and played family feud with the cousins.
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