Getting kind of bored with Thanksgiving, eh? I guess you won't be too excited about parts IV and V. Kidding! I think this is the last of it. Unfortunately, I didn't take pictures of the feast itself. I was too busy enjoying it. Honestly, I ate too much the entire trip. Ugh. Lesson learned.
The boys wanted to launch their rockets with the cousins. Brigham had built his own for a scout merit badge. We went to Ben's old high school football field--the glory days of Ben's high school career--and launched them over and over. The kids loved chasing the rockets, hoping to catch them before they crashed. Just our luck, the parachutes didn't cooperate half the time.
I thought to myself how grateful I was that the whole family would actually stand in frigid weather to watch something like this, all to humor a couple of kids. I'm lucky to be connected to these people. That my kids are loved not just by me and Ben, but a whole slew of really great people that my kids can look up to and respect (For the most part, heh. I've got one potty-mouthed brother-in-law...whom I love, really...but let's just say I've advised my kids not to copy Uncle Tim...or else. I've dealt with enough swearing for one month).
At the end of the day I count my lucky stars that these are my people.