Ahhh... Thanksgiving.
A time for roasted turkey smothered in gravy,
hot buttered mashed potatoes,
homemade cranberry orange bread,
and pumpkin pie with a dab of whipped cream.
At least that is what it means to most of us.
If you are a baby on a milk, fruit, and veggies diet...
it simply means you get to eat celery
and hang out with family.
This year, we spent Thanksgiving at Nana's house.
Grandpa Ed was there,
trying to convince us to give Orin a chicken wing instead of a celery stick.
(Ed is concerned that Ori might grow up to be a vegetarian,
a dietary choice which is simply unacceptable
to any man who owns a Traeger grill)
Orin also got to visit with his uncle Tony and aunt Katie
As well as with Casey's cousins, aunts, and uncles.
He was a real hit with cousin Cory
and cousin Tyler
(the feelings were mutual)
The food was wonderful
and, although Orin's spirits were not quite as high a usual
due to a persistent ear infection,
he still seemed to thoroughly enjoy himself.
Although we did have to promise that next year,
he could have a little pumpkin pie.
Happy Thanksgiving!
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