Every year, Jonathan and I go to WV to visit my family and Bryan stays in the 'ville and hangs out with his parents. This led my grandmother, the first year after Bryan and I were married, to question whether everything with our relationship was OK and it totally was--it's just how we roll. I enjoy a Black Friday extravaganza with my sisters and that is SO not Bryan so it's become somewhat of a tradition for us to split up for Thanksgiving.
Maybe it's the hunting?? This is my youngest sister's husband on Thanksgiving this year. I can't imagine why Bryan wouldn't want to participate in this Prince family tradition...
Jonathan was quite whiny this year. I'd like to think it was a product of the croup he was diagnosed with early in the week, but, unfortunately, I think it was more a product of the Terrible Threes that we seem to be in the midst of right now. The first picture was a farce...
Here is my dear, sweet, precious mother with the spatula she used to beat us with as children. OK, maybe I'm kidding. I'm sure she's purchased a new spatula since then.
Seriously, as always, we had a fantastic Thanksgiving dinner. Since Bryan was not present and he is the King of the Self Portrait, I offer the following. The giant cheek in the first one is my middle sister, Laura.
Priceless, is it not??
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