Giving Thanks

I don't have a huge family. The births of my two children pretty much doubled my small circle of kin, but I am blessed to have a brother, sister-in law and two nephews who live a few states away, in Vermont. They decided to join us for Thanksgiving, their first chance to meet Charlie face-to-face.
During their whirl-wind journey we visited friends, participated in the Del Ray Turkey Trot with both the kids (kudos to Bonnie for joining us, despite West coast jet lag), ate a heaping turkey dinner and shop-shop-shopped at Nordstrom (perhaps Bonnie's favorite place on Planet Earth.).

Paul, and the boys went to the newly-remodeled American History Museum where they battled the crowds, which were conspicuously absent in the shopping malls. Good for Bonnie and me, bad for the, you know, economy. Good luck Mr. Obama.


Harry absolutely relished the attention shown to him by his uncle Doug, who read him stories, and cousin Reid, a strapping 13-year-old who is both brilliant and already wowing all the girls with his dashing good looks (look out Mr. Pitt).














Before the family left, Harry was presented with an awesome early Christmas gift -- a garbage truck with all kinds of movable parts. Funny, too, since Harry's favorite book of late is "I Stink," the story of a NYC garbage truck.

Charlotte took all the visitors in stride, posing for photos in her new sweater, the pink one mom has been knitting recently. Note please that mom welcomes all compliments on the sweater, which is already too small for said baby. She gets points for trying, right? Today, we unravel the sleeves and try again.