As long as no one went in the basement (don't worry, I nailed the door shut), the floors in our house were clear. Clear! Nothing to step on or trudge through or walk over! That's my explanation for why I took pictures of our downstairs rooms before people arrived. I wanted proof of that 20-minute window that happens a few times a year when our house is clean. And full of yummy food, thanks to the girls baking and cooking with me all day so I wouldn't have to stay up all night.
Millie made the apple pies this year. Debbie and Mom made the rest, so I didn't even make one! At this rate, by 2025, I'll just sit reading in an armchair on Thanksgiving morning.
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Right here-- this line of demarcation-- is where my photos from Thanksgiving end. All the rest occurred once family arrived, and the camera lay forgotten. Forgotten, that is, until dusk fell, and the camera passed hands. I think Annika & Cassie deserve the credit for most of the following pictures, but I saw others with it, as well. I probably should have put the settings on auto, but here are a few of the nearly 200 pictures I found on my camera the following day. I am deeply thankful for my family. So much love. We missed you, Alaskan Johnsons! I wish there were grainy pictures of you here, too...
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Cassie: if you're the one who documented the first time the chandeliers have been cleaned in 2 years, I thank you.
I think Baby Gary looks a bit like Dad here. Serious, little man.
Aidan and Ezra do look alike! I'm not so sure about Tom and James, though...
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Here my pictures resume. At nearly eleven, the house was filled with sleeping bodies.
I was pretty impressed by Zeke's position here.
And the next morning, normal life resumed.
Yup. A little too normal, hehehe.
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