We had a great Thanksgiving holiday last week. We started our Thursday morning doing the traditional Turkey Trot race in downtown Houston. I didn't race this year for obvious reasons, but Steve and his brother swerved through the 13,000 runners with jogging strollers while Steve's Dad and I cheered for them and Amy from the sidelines.
We had a traditional Thanksgiving feast with some of Steve's family, including Clark's great grandma Nancy. Since I've been so tired lately I didn't get around to making Clark a special turkey or pie. He dined, instead, on chicken, sweet potatoes with cinnamon and marshmallows, broccoli, special bread and jam, apple slices, jell-o, and a pumpkin muffin. He must have gotten into the Thanksgiving spirit since he ate every crumb of his meal.
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