Thanksgiving Postscript

One of the joys of having young kids is we get to plead extenuating circumstances when it comes to travel related holidays. Fair or not, we were able to convince the grandparents to come to Boston this year rather than put the kids and the dog in the car to New York. The hours they've collectedly logged stuck on the pike so we didn't have to, was greatly appreciated.

Besides, call me a control freak, but I like to be the cook if given the chance.





Mia, as is her way, had the smallest of tastes, and continues in her roll as my harshest critic. Nate had a bite of some mashed turkey with a dijon-shallot dressing.



All in all, a good time was had by all.