We celebrated (and celebrated and celebrated) at home, in Gilroy for Grandma Eda's funeral and rounded out the long weekend in Sacramento to meet the great nephew.
Here's the proof (as told by others):
Walking with G-Gma/Granny/Gr-Grandma (still working out the kinks). Who's holding up who here?
Marco was a cranky one at Thanksgiving. I was very excited to feed him all our food and he was, er, less excited. Luckily, G-pa Art speaks "Marco" and got him the drumstick. He was TRYING to tell us that he's a dark meat man.
G-pa Art holds court.
Yes, I'm a great aunt. Not just an adjective... Note Nick Jr's little hair shave. Marco's eyeing NJ like a drumstick.
2 comments:
Love the pic of G-pa and his little crew of groupies. Thank goodness for drumsticks.
That picture of Pam and Marco is a keeper. (maybe you could photo-shop out that red, green and black thingy on the wall?)
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