We have a tradition of taking a picture of the smallest child with the turkey each Thanksgiving. We're weird. What can I say? Peter was the lucky guy this year....
Jeremy loves to gut out the turkey. This year Lincoln helped him.
Graham came after a little while.
He loves to figure out what each of the different pieces are... then he'll save the neck in hopes that I will boil it for him to eat. Gross. It makes me want to throw up just thinking about it.
We had company scheduled to come for Thanksgiving. They got stranded halfway here. Luckily they were able to still come. I ended up making the entire Thanksgiving dinner all by myself! It was way less stressful than I imagined it would be. And we ate leftovers for days... it was heavenly.
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