Our Thanksgiving was traditional. We woke up and had some souped up cinnamon rolls (recipe here). I only make them once a year because they are just so bad for you, but it’s something that’s great to look forward to and can really help stretch our bellies for a great big dinner later in the day. We watch the Thanksgiving Day Parade and ooh and aah at the floats, balloons, and songs. Pete even starts feeling the holiday cheer. Until I leave him outside after a potty break to take a quick snap of him with his snow covered face. Poor guy. We also got our holiday photo. I do this for just about every holiday. It’s always a giant mess and someone almost always ends up in tears, me, but it’s worth it and it’s worth the bribe of gummies to get one shot like this for our memory book. I love these little people even when they make me work for it. Hard. I hope you had a happy Thanksgiving Day!