(Unfortunately, these are in no particular order because adding photos is a random, wonky mystery to me.)
We had room for a few more.
Katie, looking for another glass of wine.
The mashed potatoes REALLY were so creamy! (Yukon Golds)
Taking care of their Christmas shopping at Sears...
Grandma: "Well, I didn't vote for Obama, but Johnny's people must be so proud of the first black president."
Grandma telling a classic story of someone from Wadena, who none of knew who'd died recently. From there, we heard debate about the person's name and the reasons why Grandpa would never buy tires from this person again. Really - classic!
Just before Nick stabbed Jen with his fork.
Dad in a really special birthday shirt. He'll probably need to save it for an equally special occasion (like Christmas at Grandma's house).
Grandpa, kicking butt in farkle (farcle? farckle? farckel?)
Due to unforeseen circumstances our banjo player couldn't come.
We found another way to have him present.
Jen in her cute apron
Nick sharing his mad kitchen skillz.
Grandpa, doing what he does best.
The much-needed annual knife sharpening and in an unrelated photo, your annual serving of cranberry sauce.
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