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thanksgiving weekend


run, run, run, as fast as you can!


apparently not fast enough... Jack feasts upon your turkey bone (it's the same as "turkey leg," he claims)


Evan enjoyed his Thanksgiving meal on a hand-made placemat


Mom and Bin made three pies: chocolate meringue, pumpkin, and apple, which was still in the oven when I took the pictures. We all debated whether we should make three pies, but let me tell you, we certainly ate three pies.


On Black Friday we had lunch at Pei Wei.


On Saturday Mom snapped a family portrait for us. If I can afford to send Christmas cards this year, I will.


On the way home we took the boys to Bass Pro Shops Outdoor World... indoors.


You just wait.


senior picture, Yosemite


that's all, folks

(the Lego Store deserves it's own entry)

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