"It smells like chicken in here..."

And so goes another Thanksgiving, at least from Anna's point of view. She tried the cranberry sauce and enjoyed it. I think she was mainly attracted to the color of the cranberries; she referred to it as "the red stuff in that bin".

"Bin". I love that. I love how she uses her toy organization lingo.
She also tried the rice stuffing. Not so into that. She also prefers dark meat to light.

We were in Rochester for the holiday and had a great time with Grandma and Papa, Tyler, Nana, Aunt Stacy & Uncle Mike. The last-of-November weather was downright balmy by Rochester standards so we even got some quality outside time. (See photo for us in our hats.)

By far the best part of being outside seemed to be that Grandma still had the pool toys readily available. There were multiple instances of "American Gladiator"-esque fights with noodles and lots of beach ball-kicking. (It's a good thing the neighbors are nuts, too.)