Sick-giving

Phil had nine - that's right: nine - days off school over the holiday, and we (Phil, Gabe and I) spent the bulk of that time stuck at home  feeling pretty crappy.  It's not like we would have been venturing too far from home anyway, but it would have been nice to... well, not be sick.

Because we didn't want to rain (or, should I say: cough:)) on anyone's Thanksgiving day parade, we made the event strictly a family affair and had our feast at home. Just the 4 of us. And it was soooo nice! We all slept in. No obligations. No deadlines. We ate exactly what we wanted (turkey, funeral potatoes, a fun drink, and white chocolate raspberry cheesecake - not as good as you might think) when we wanted. And, we got to stay in our pjs most of the day.

I was adamant about taking some pictures of everyone. So, we did. But, it was pretty cold outside, and we only got a few.

Gabe thought that a dryer sheet was an appropriate prop for a family picture, and brought it outside to wave around.

He first rubbed Rubi's head with the dryer sheet, and then we convinced him to use his hands instead.

As is my typical photo-taking fashion, my eyes were closed for more than half of the pictures. In my defense, Rubi and I were matching.

Don't you just want to squish her face?

It didn't take long for the turkey to get to Rubi...