Dad's cousins, the Lavenders, are so sweet to include us the last several years at Thanksgiving. This year, we ate at their camp outside Aliceville. After a (long) ride and a carsick John David, we arrived to beautiful weather and great food. We threw our footballs and the dummies to the dogs, rode the "big golf cart", and slept it all off on a quiet ride home. We finished the day at Cici and Papa's with Granny and Britt, and Daddy left to go duck hunting in Mississippi. John David ran fever and got sick. Thomas was very curious about his dad's absence and asked, "You catch a duck?" on the phone the next night. T. informed us he was "catch a green duck with green eyes; Mama gets a blue one." But the only bird Dad came home with the next day was a small but hopeful (war) eagle, which also turned out to be a bum deal. (Sorry Dad...Roll Tide!)
Looks like Mom needed Anne to take pictures this day as well...sorry there aren't more.
John David and Thomas with Uncle Andy, our Nana B's brother
John David with Nannie
John David feeding "Camp Dog" the food from his lap
Thomas, Thanksgiving a.m. "I put on you babysoup, Mama!" aka bathingsuit, which is what he began calling them this summer. (Son, this is one for the rehearsal dinner.)
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