
We enjoyed a quiet Thanksgiving at home with my parents this year. We were excited about my parent's arrival on Wednesday night and started

the Thanksgiving preparations by Jackson helping me bake a pumpkin cheesecake.

Thursday morning, Joe and my dad decided that they would conquer the dead tree in the backyard once and for all.
Finally success, Charlie and I yelled timber as it fell. The boys enjoyed running around outside among the branches and I think that Charlie thought he would help with the tree clean up with his sword.
We enjoyed a fried turkey this year for the first time and
it was delicious. The boys wanted a little time to play outdoors so we piled the leaves and the boys had a jumping contest into
them. Joe came up with the
idea that they could also slide into the leaves and it was a huge success.We closed our day with my dad (BaBa) wrestling with the boys prior to bed and they had a blast. I tried to join in and one head butt and an ice pack later, I had a fat lip. That just solidified the "Mommy doesn't wrestle" rule.









The Grinch did hav
e a good time chasing Jackson around with Jackson laughing uncontrollably. The boys both agreed that a picture with Dora was a safe bet (although Joe and I agreed the Dora was kinda freaky looking), but only Jackson was 100% sold on The Cat in the Hat.








lighting of the Christmas tree. We thought it would be a fun outing with the kids and help kick start the holiday spirit at the Morton house. When we arrived, the festivities around the tree had just completed and the crowds were pretty thick
, so we thought the we could slip into the Chocolate Crocodile and get some hot chocolate and assorted treats; three hot chocolates, white chocolate pretzels, and a snickers candied apple, we were all feeling the holiday spirit.



a card signed by the entire staff and set us in a secluded alcove to enjoy our fondue experience. I was reminded of the joy of marrying an engineer when the waitress went over the exact cooking times for each item. Joe prepared his stop watch to follow instructions exactly.


turns rolling down the hill next to the church that was hosting the race. By the time I finished, the boys were full, exhausted, and covered in grass shavings. Jackson not only swiped my medal but he quickly decided that the post race pizza was
suppos
e to be his as well, you can see remnants on his face. After enjoying a few refreshments, Jackson looked over at me and said, "Gracious for the medal." Charlie replied, "De Nada". I guess Spanish word of the day at the Morton's house seems to be working.




