Thanksgiving. It happens.

So...we went over the river and through the woods and landed at Grandma's house for Thanksgiving.  Right away we found it most appropriate to sit Milo on a stool, in the corner, put a dunce hat on him, and then take his picture.  Hey, at least we gave him a Wheat Thin.  Reduced fat, mind you.  Yes, that's Raisen Bran on the floor.

I fear it may be genetic.

And then it was time to take a walk with his brand new car thing!  Milo waits patiently while daddy pops a beer on his belt buckle.  Sexy.

It just wouldn't be Thanksgiving without organizing the plastic bags. Next to a broom and a muffin pan.  We have traditions in this family...

"Oh...mom, look...here's the Raspberry Vinagrette you wanted!  It still tastes fresh, by the way.."

And speaking of traditions...streaking may be genetic as well!

Doesn't Milo look like he's being gentle and nice with KiKi? I taught him that....

Milo "helping" Grandma organize and clean out the cabinet.

The picture of Dyfunction Easy E's!!

He's totally well-adjusted.

The morning after Thanksgiving Milo got his first Haircut!  This is before...

And after!  Doesn't look like a huge difference in pictures...but, trust me, Milo is even MORE handsome!

except in this picture.  Here he looks just plain 'ol dazed and confused...

Then we drove home and took naps.

The End.