we had a great thanksgiving, celebrating just like i'm sure the pilgrims and
indi-...i mean, native americans did at the very first thanksgiving...
we started the day out with a turkey bowl.
our version is played inside with a basketball.
we cared for the young in our group.
and when i say "we," i mean richard. somehow, while i was watching
eli he got his head and arm stuck in the hole-y back of a chair. he
wanted next to nothing to do with me the rest of the weekend, but richard
and his viking-esque beard calmed his nerves almost instantly.
whatever. the girls won.
the boys showed their gratitude for technology by immersing themselves
in the world of smash brothers. i guarantee they didn't even know i
was taking this picture.
we all showed our gratitude for liz's beautiful and delicious
homemade pies by devouring them like savages.
that statement is probably offensive after having referred
to native americans earlier...but that's how we did it.
we stuffed our faces, and enjoyed every minute of it.
i was completely free from any and all cooking duties thanks to our
ambitious little r.m., heidi. she made the stuffing, sweet potatoes,
and biscuits. they were all huge hits. thank you, uruguay.
after years of living in fear of playing rook with the smiths, i finally caved.
during the week leading up to the holiday, richard was my diligent rook coach.
i wouldn't say that i'm a pro, or even a smith when it comes to rook, but at
least i'll join the game, now.
we played lots of rook. and to reward myself for overcoming such a feat i
treated myself to many s'mores by the firepit.
richard knows the way to my heart:
a giant s'more.
our time in st. george was well-spent, but eventually we made our way back
to ogden. the thanksgiving festivities would continue the following weekend
with the traditional shepherd family gingerbread house jamboree.
at some point during the week, richard couldn't take the rate at which his
facial hair was growing and decided to end no-shave september, october,
and november. what started out as painful stubble when our faces met, had
turned into this frighteningly soft, paprika-colored face warmer.
i actually liked it. he lets me do what i want with my hair, why shouldn't
i show him the same courtesy? especially when he's still such a babe.
at the end of the week, gingerbread houses were finally made.
after i was accosted for using all of the orange sticks by chelsa, who
is a fierce g-bread house architect, richard took over where i left off.
the orange stick debacle put me in such a funk that i didn't even blink at
the fact that our back side was completely made of cheeto's.
richard heckled kody...all in good fun.
they were his cheeto's.
sarah turned into syd the sloth. mvp.
i turned my frown upside-down by singing songs with my guys.
my dad was on the other side of me, and something about singing
'hey jude' with that man can bring me out of any doldroms.
although our smiles are a little forced, we eventually made up.
what a guy. he's a lifesaver...
and a professional tickler.
he gets me every time.
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