Thanksgiving has always been a funny holiday to me because frankly, I'm not exactly a fan of a lot of the key elements. I'm not a huge turkey person (only one day a year will I really eat it.), I could care less for football, I hate sweet potatoes (we are talking gag reflex), it took me 21-ish years to like cranberry sauce (I'll only eat it on turkey), and yeah. Sad. Luckily, I'm getting better, and Thanksgiving at the Ormson's is always good! (We get regular mashed potatoes!) Nancy is a dynomite cook and I always feel guilty as she slaves away making homemade crescent rolls, pies from scratch, cornbread stuffing, and the rest of the works. I don't exactly have anything to contribute unless someone is in the mood for a pudding pie instead!
Sevy has a blast in Amarillo because that's where her best friend Drew lives. They play together so well, and unfortunetely Sevy tries to kiss him sometimes. They are so funny together though. We went bowling and they chased each other everywhere cracking up. Not the funnest for us trying to catch them and keep them from bothering the other bowlers! They really do play well, and only sometimes does it end in violence!
Poor Sevy had an interesting time this trip. Drew is a fast runner and she tries to keep up, but is not exactly great at running long distances without tripping yet. (I think she gets that from her mother . . . oh wait!) She also loves to carry everything she is wanting to play with as she runs. This never ends happily. So she was trying to keep up with Drew while carrying a toy bat, her moo cow, and probably a ball, when she splats across the wood floor. Usually she's fine, but not this time. We pick her up with a mouthful of blood and a sad fatlip that lasted a couple of days. To make it an even better battle wound, a black eye showed up the next day--just in time for family pictures! That's my girl!