Evidence We Were Indeed In Buffalo

I promised I would post photos from Thanksgiving, so here are some. The first is Brigid, who has learned to say, "Cheese," when the camera comes out. Here she is at Dave and Connie's house having already stripped down to her onesie. I can't keep clothes on this kid. The next one is a shot of the Thanksgiving dinner table before everyone dug in. It was lovely. Afterward, Connie served pie.


The day after Thanksgiving is the day we drove down to Fredonia to pick up Maggie, Margaret's best friend from school, who now lives in Ohio. Her aunt and uncle drove her up from their holiday celebrations at family in Pittsburgh to meet up with us. The girls were overjoyed and beside themselves when they jumped out of the car. It took us a few minutes to pry them apart so we could all get back in our cars. It was freezing in this nearly abandoned parking lot off the Thruway at the Fredonia exit. It looked like we were making some kind of drug score.


The next morning, we did it all in reverse, saying goodbye to Maggie until the next time would could make a similar connection.
We hope it won't be too far in the future. The girls had a teary goodbye.




We then picked up Cassandra for an afternoon at the (dinky) hotel pool. I don't think the kids cared that it was dinky or freezing cold. They swam a good long time.

I didn't get photos at Sandy's house, but that night we had a great meal that Mike prepared. Plus, the batteries on my camera were going, so I couldn't shoot anything until I got home to change them.

For now, all is well at home. Got to talk to Mom on the phone the other nice. Hi, Mom. Good to hear your voice. I'm going crazy trying to finish things for the holidays and am thankful I have a whole other week before Christmas to do so. Maybe I'll get Christmas cards done. Michelle made her annual cookie tray, and the few we actually DID get to taste were delicious. Michelle, take a deep breath before finishing this ... we think Tessa REALLY enjoyed them. At least, she didn't give us any indication that she didn't like them since she ate the plateful. :( We're very sad. So now, in addition to "Tessa ate my diaper," Brigid has another line she uses, "Tessa ate Auntie Shell's cookies!"