The day before Thanksgiving I helped Liam paint turkey hands.
My little family, the Gardners
My sister's family, the Cooles
My mama making potato salad at 11 a.m. Apparently, she's been barista-ing for a little extra cash, hence the Starbucks apron.
I made everyone sit down at pushed-together card tables that I decorated. Usually we do Thanksgiving in what I like to call California style — you know, people sit or stand anywhere they can find around the house. I used to eat pumpkin pie in my aunt's closet when she lived in La Cresta ... This time, I wanted to simulate how families eat on TV and my family placates my romantic notions, to which I'm grateful.
My brother taking over turkey-carving duties as Sarge (my dad) assumes his position: No. 1 supervisor. The damn bird wasn't done, so I cranked up the oven to 480.
Me and GusGus outside on the swing. My choonka bear was so sleepy all day.
The day after Thanksgiving, David's dad and family came to see us. We had a nice lunch then watched Liam run circles around the fountain.