Thanksgiving

We had two Thanksgiving feasts this year. First stop was my Grandma Prestwich in Orem. While recovering from the festivities back at my grandma's house, Lance spotted a washer and dryer (which we desparately need) advertisement at a door buster price. Conveniently, he also spotted a 46' plasma tv with a similar deal at the same store. So, he and my brother Corbin decided to stay in Orem and do a little shopping. "Man's shopping" they said. Shopping where you stay up all night, camp out in the cold, and go running through the store. Shopping where you get an adrenaline rush and there is a possibility of a fight. Since a baby would definitely interfere with "Man's shopping" I went home with my parents to prepare for second Thanksgiving the next day.

At 8 a.m. the victorious shoppers arrived in Fillmore with tales of their triumph and spoils which included bot the washer and dryer and the tv. They had been up since about 2:30 so they went promptly to bed afterward. Boy, "Man's shopping" sure is hard work. Good job boys. I really am grateful for your extensive efforts on behalf of my laundry needs.



This is Alex deciding that cousins are fun.


Grandpas are fun too!

One early morning in Fillmore, we were getting Alex ready to go back to sleep when she became entranced by the fireplace. And like good parents, we laid our darling child on the floor where she fell asleep watching the fire. Just one of our many proud moments of textbook parenting.

Lance had to go home a day early to see his friends who had flown in from Detroit and Washington D.C. (Hi Dave and Darren) So Perry became his surrogate child while he was away missing Alex. And me too of course.