Thanksgiving, etc.

First up, the Thanksgiving feast at school . . .

What -- you think the pilgrims didn't have chicken fingers and juice boxes at the first Thanksgiving?

Walt's class -- not including Curtsie and Will who are at the allergy table.  God bless preschool teachers.

Moving on to Nashville . . . no pictures of the actual meal on Thursday that featured enough food for a colony of pilgrims (including three, count 'em three, pies), but Daddy did break out the camera for the Christmas decorating that followed the next day.

How many Spicklers does it take to put up a Christmas tree?

And because one state just isn't enough for a proper holiday celebration, we headed up to Kentucky (Glasgow, to be precise) for the Crouch celebration on Saturday.  In order to keep the boys from tearing down the bed and breakfast (seriously, a concern), we made a break for Cave City.  And can I just say, Cave City is awesome.  I remember going there on excursions with my grandparents as a kid . . . Guntown Mountain, the wax museum (you've not lived til you've seen Dolly Parton enshrined in wax), the Alpine slide . . . it's basically the closest thing Kentucky has to Disney World.  But in all our visits to Cave City as kids, we somehow never made it to Saturday's destination . . .

DINOSAUR WORLD!!!!

Should you ever find yourself in south-central Kentucky with a couple of hours to kill and two four-year old boys on your hands, you could do worse than Dinosaur World.  'Cause, uh, they pretty much loved it.

Very scary.

Did someone teach him how to read when we weren't looking?

Dinosaur racing, anyone?  You know what they say . . . you can take the boy (or at least his mom) out of Kentucky, but you can't take the Kentucky out of the boy.  Uncle Woody and Grandpa Bill would be proud!

And finally, we capped off the Thanksgiving celebrations with a Crouch family dinner on Saturday night at the Goodnight Inn in Goodnight, Kentucky.  (Don't you wish that was your address?)  Photo ops abounded.

For the blessings of family and friends, we truly give thanks.  (Everything else is just gravy!)