Uncle Jesse, Uncle Steve, and Uncle Andrew

Well, we're home again, home again. Here's what you missed while we were giving thanks:

On Sunday morning, Ember had to go to the doctor, so Julia stayed with us for a little while. Seeing this makes me want a family. You know, a real one, with children and whatnot.





That night, of course, we went to church at All Souls. I had Jesse take a picture of me because I felt like my mom. Mainly because I was wearing some pretty sweet boots, which my mom pulls off really well.
I was really bummed about missing Thanksgiving in Mississippi in favor of the Midwest. The thing about Indiana is that everyone talks like they're whining all the time. And what with all the video games, corn-eating and Mountain Dew-guzzling, there's not much time for giving thanks. To relieve my woes, I took a last minute trip to my stompin' grounds of Houlka, Mississippi, where I had a huge meal with my family, played games, decorated the Christmas tree, and went back home the next morning, then on to the corn fields that night.

Jesse and Garrett, our 7-year-old nephew, are pictured below. Garrett is a spitfire, but I love him. His spitfire tendencies come from a number of catalysts ranging from dare devil genetics to ordering iced coffees with his happy meals. A couple years ago he got into a fight with his grandmother (on the "other" side) about bringing a zucchini to his teacher on the first day of school. Good thing this picture's a head shot; he's probably only wearing underwear. I'll let that "he" remain ambiguous.



One surprise element of this year's Thanksgiving happened just this morning. I was in the den watching someone play a captivating video game of some sort when I heard a wedding ceremony commence in the kitchen. Jesse's dad married Uncle Steve to his gilfriend of twenty years, Deb, right then and there.



I came home with quite the trove of goods this year, among them a bumper for my car, a new cell phone, and Uncle Andrew:




Uncle Andrew is an angel kitten. I am already head over heels in love with him. Here he is settling into life on Carrick Street:



In his box on the porch...


On the couch with Butter Bean...

...And being adorable in general.

I guess that about wraps it up for now. I'm happy to be home again in my big comfy bed. We'll see what tomorrow holds.