Thanksgiving, Day in the City Style

This is the only thing you need to know about the Sehon Thanksgiving at my house (and the only picture I bothered to take):

The baby stole the show, which is as it should be.

If you want to know where we will be every Thanksgiving day it is alway, always at Day in the City. It's the highlight of our holiday every single year. 

1,752 meals later we were covered in rain and gravy, and yet, it was still so. Much. Fun.

 And it doesn't hurt that it's the perfect excuse to have Thanksgiving with your besties.

The boys are more entertainment than help. This year it was all about the Whip and Nae Nae, which I certainly can't criticize since I am a child of the 90s. I can still perform the Electric Slide, Macrana, The Hammer, The Carlton, The Tootise Roll, and The Roger Rabbit on command. Or not on command. I happen to be doing my junior high cheerleader try-out dance to Paula Abdul's Straight Up right now as I'm typing this. I'm kind of a multi-tasker.

 This girl can stack tiny little containers of cranberry sauce like a boss:

 The best part is setting up the room for our own meal after the deliveries are made.

 If you ever want something to do on Thanksgiving day, let me know. I will put you right to work (ask all the students that I have roped into helping every year, they will confirm this.)

And finally, no Thanksgiving weekend is complete without a Lashley family game night (AKA bludgeoning match). Bode finally took the lead in Farkle and was terrified that someone might take him down.

Happy Thanksgiving, from our little snot rocket to yours!