A Grampa Kind of Weekend

Thanksgiving has come and gone, and with its passing, has ushered in the whirlwind that is the holiday season.  Seriously, it's like all of a sudden everything is about to explode with color and sound, movement and scent.  And it isn't going to stop until January.  And I love it.

We enjoyed Thanksgiving dinner with my mother and my step-father, along with two friends of the family on Thursday at their new condo here in NoVA.  I made whole-berry cranberry sauce, and Steve made sausage rolls and honey-ginger carrots to accompany the amazing feast my mother prepared.  I seriously don't know how she does it, and am not sure I want to know, to be honest.  But I am always very, very impressed.  We have decided to host a traditional English Christmas dinner this year at our house, which should be both fun and interesting.  Steve will do the majority of the cooking, which, I'm sure, will be amazing, and I'm sure that will warrant a series of blog posts in the future...

On Saturday Samantha and I drove down to my parent's lake house for the weekend, as we hadn't been there in a while, and Sammi was excited to spend more time with her grandparents.  As beautiful as the lake is in the summer, it's almost more beautiful in the winter when the leaves are gone and the view from the nearly floor-to-ceiling windows is unobstructed and  just spectacular. 

Below are some pics of Sammi and her Grampa.  :-)



Reading on Thanksgiving night



Reading at the lake

                                      

"Helping" Grampa plant