Saturday, December 19, 2009

Thanksgiving

So I guess the way this blog works now is that I wait until a major holiday to show off pictures from the previous month's holiday. That's the routine. So here, in time for the Winter Solstice, are our Thanksgiving pictures.


This isn't actually a Thanksgiving shot. It's a few weeks earlier at the Dragon Park while the leaves were still changing and it was still warm enough for short sleeve shirts. But we had just purchased the jacket Ira's wearing so he didn't care how warm it was. My head is hiding the awesome fire truck but be aware that it's there. (We got the jacket for $8 cuz we're bargain hunters)


Here Ira's climbing the dragon at the Dragon Park. Check out the super cool Dalmatian shirt. You'll see it again soon because Ira wore it all day Thanksgiving, too.


See, I told you. Here's Ira and his cousins Serenity, Cheyenne, and Josh at Aunt Madene's in Chipley, FL, where all 700 members of the Holley family gather every Thanksgiving.


Daddy and Ira eatin' some Mac 'n Cheese and fried corn bread.


A highlight of the trips to Chipley are the golf cart rides around the lake. Kirsten stuffed as many kids as possible on to this thing.


Ira really loved spending time with all of his cousins.


People always say that Ira looks like me, but you can really see the Holley family resemblance with Ira and Jacob.


Jacob took this family photo for us by the lake.


The Holley family. There's a lot of us.


The Holley family reduced to its essential elements.


Ira got a chance to recharge on the road back to Pensacola. We put some Erik Satie on the iPod, and Ira said, "No I don't like sleepytime music," and then passed out before we made it to the highway.


Thanksgiving number two. It's just not Thanksgiving until somebody breaks out the bongos.


This had to be Ira's fourth piece of cake that day. This one had strawberries on it, though, so it's healthy, right?


Kirsten taught Ira to go through the doggy door. He then did it for about 45 minutes.


No, Ira, that's not a doggy door.


Ira fell in love with the trombone.


Ira took a bath at Nana's house and got to play with shaving cream. As you might have guessed, there isn't a lot of that to be found at our house. You know, because Ira's daddy is a big, unshaven hippy.


Ira had a sleepover at Poppy and Nonny's house, and they ran around pants-less and built a fort. I'd share more pictures, but nobody gave me any (cough cough, hey, Poppy, cough cough).


Ira is very lucky to have two uncles who are fire fighters. This might have been the highlight of his life thus far.


I don't think this hose was hooked up to any water, but I'm glad we didn't have to find out.


Ira and grandparents and a giant cock made out of Christmas lights at the Pensacola Beach boardwalk.


Ira and Nonny. I have no idea where these beads came from.


Ira and Daddy pretending to eat the gingerbread man.


Ira and Mommy on the pier. You can kind of see the awesome fire truck on Ira's jacket ($8).