Lindsey, Granna and I made three batches of fudge this morning.
Hank and Maggie enjoyed playing with some of our awesome old toys.
We started a new family tradition with a hayride and weenie roast at Paw Paw Dan's on Thanksgiving evening.
Lunch at Pa Ferguson's was deliciously traditional, the weather sunny and freezing, and the visiting with the cousins, aunts, grandparents and extended relatives long overdue.
Hank quickly recovered from an injury received while tumbling with Avery. Our trip to the Franklin Medical Center was uneventful--we were the only ones there and were out in about 45 minutes after they gave him one staple to the cut on the back of his head. He was a trooper and the staff was just wonderful.
Aunt Z had a balloon and a couple of prizes waiting for him back at Grannas when we got done.
Now we're back in Shreveport and are feeling thankful for a good visit, easy ER trip, and safe travels in clear weather.
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