Life of Wry

Log another Thanksgiving in Palos Verdes with Grandma. You gather the generations and it’s hard not to be overcome with the march of time–a growing and evolving family, beginnings and endings. And middles.

It’s not like every moment is one for the memory books… there is also chaos, ill-timed dishes, forgotten ingredients, awkwardly spoken toasts, eye-rolling frustrations, short tempers… but not too much of any of that. We know it’s a time and a day to be treasured.

Some of my favorite pics on the day…

The rosemary came as a plant… nice!

River found a great toy… of course, it’s got wheels!

In spite of the angle, he stayed upright! Athlete in training:

Alexis, about seven months pregnant (Magnolia Claire developing therein) and her grammy Carol:

Here’s one John shot… I love it:

Here are Matty and Peter with turkey…Matt oversaw: Turkey, dressing, mashed potatoes and gravy… all excellent:

Jim and I did cranberry sauce (with aforementioned rosemary), Harvard beets and green beans… here are the beans with toasted pecans..

It all came together, miraculous as always:

Post dinner peek-a-boo with the great-grandmas:

And some of this, also with the great-grandmas:

Adorableness:

And a few group shots for posterity:

Me and brothers:

(Nobody told me my pooch was sticking out all day, jeez!)

Menfolk.. three of them standing on toes:

I like this one of Peter and two uncles:

And this one of us:

And I always like a good turkey dregs shot. Jim was carver…

It should be noted, Jim also made the soup… can’t wait to spend the next couple days eating it!