I swear I am not stupid, but...

...I could not get this fantastically great picture of Jonah's first Thanksgiving to attach upright. So, I gave up. But here are the numerous attachments to show that I tried... a lot!






Here is Gracie, foraging for jell-o salad where ever she can find it. This plate happened to belong to Great Grandma.
Sammy was really confused with the whole "somebody is trying to feed me" thing. Yeah, being fed is not really his thing. Thanks for trying Great Grandma.

It took him a while, but Jonah finally finished his dinner. Not a big fan of stuffing or ham, but devoured the mashed potatoes and ate a lot of pie. He even said that Thanksgiving was his favorite day in America.

Gracie, still eating other people's food. That is my pilgrim hat she is eating. It's weird, the girl will not touch her own food, but seems to find satisfaction in taking food from others. I cannot remember a thanksgiving where the weather was so nice that we could go out and play.
Thank you great grandma for making us all laugh...err...I mean...for teaching Emma how to use a baton.
The day after Thanksgiving is the day we break out the Christmas decorations.






Every day after Thanksgiving, for the last 6 or 7 years, our good friend Keyla also comes to visit. I met Keyla as a missionary years ago and her mom and brother moved here a couple of years ago. Here is a picture of Keyla's mom, Olga. Olga is going in for surgery this week to remove a tumor from her face and we are praying for all to go well. We love it when Keyla's family comes for several reasons:
1-They help with the Christmas decorations that Shelly and I hate to do (last year they put the lights on the tree).
2-Keyla's little brother Ramsis is a computer whiz who is able to get our computer running again in spite of our efforts to destroy it. He does remind me of the computer tech guy from Saturday Night Live that Jimmy Fallon used to play (he says a lot of computer things that I don't understand, but I just nod my head as if I do).
3-We always learn something new from Keyla's family. For instance, they asked where our cat went. We told them that the cat went crazy and kept attacking Sammy, so we had to find her a new home. They told us that all cats are racist. Well, I didn't know that.
Let's try one more time with this photo....
...Nope.