Thanksgiving was all sorts of loveliness and good times. I powered through the impulse to stop eating in order to bury my feelings of sadness for not being home. Just kidding Mom. But all of Scott's family was there and air of pandemonium was strangely reminiscent of Fairbourne holidays past.



Here's Aiden having his first piano lesson from Aunt Becky




Aiden also learned that we don't just eat turkeys on Thanksgiving, sometimes we characterize them in paper form and then beat them to symbolize the effect of our consumerism on the greater global economy.




I think the lesson was lost on him.




And this was the glorious end to our week, and we didn't even have to get up at 3am to get a smokin deal on it! It was less than $400 even after tax. Good thing too because on our way back to SL from Provo after paying for it, the check-engine light came on in the car. This Thanksgiving I'm grateful for Scott, who can fix anything.