Turkey in Texas

If you haven't figured by now, this week will be all about Texas, cowgirls and our trip.  Mainly because I'm trying to adjust to my normal time zone and absorb the fact that while we were gone for only 7 days, we got 24 inches of snow.  That kind of math does very weird things to your psyche.  When we left we were in jackets. Now we're in snow boots, mittens, several layers of clothes and wool. 

I thought I'd share with you our Thanksgiving!  I know you've all been dying to see and read about it.  I remember as a little girl we always did two Thanksgivings.  One at one side of the family with 20+ people and a buffet style.  There wasn't a room big enough to fit us all in, so we just grabbed a plate and found a spot to eat.  The other side was smaller and we'd sit around a table and eat.  Both were very different, but equally wonderful.

Our Thanksgiving this year combines the two!  We had 12 people and sat around a table.  Aunt Mer has this beautiful table and dining room.  What made it even more gorgeous was her tablescape. 

All fall colors, place mats, formal setting and olives.  Cans and cans of olives!

This year Zoe and I offered to make the place cards.  I saw little pilgrim boats in the Pottery Barn Kids catalog.  Instead of buying I thought we could use that as our idea and make them out of felt.  It actually worked!  I love when things like that work.  We filled them with jelly beans, M&Ms and Werthers. 

Then we decided on some pictures!  This year we had four generations present.  N, Zoe, Grammy and G.G.  Plus N's younger sister lives in Austin, so we also had Amanda, H-J, Grammy and G.G.  Instead of separating them, we just combined them.  Such an awesome group of people!

We also decided to get some pictures of G.G. with two of her great-granddaughters.  I think trying to rope a wild bull is easier than trying to get a picture with two, small children.  Sometimes H-J was looking at someone else.  Sometimes Zoe was checking her cuticles...

As the photographer, I realize that when Zoe is 25 and looking at this picture she'll say, "mom, why didn't you get me to look at the camera?"  I will just smile and say, "when the cuticles call, you have to answer."