Here’s the obligatory belly shot, even though Mom says I barely look pregnant. Me, I feel like I swallowed a soccer ball. Harley, getting in the spirit. (Not really…but he kept it on stoically long enough to take a picture).
Gracie, posing, as per usual. “Hey, Harley,” she says, “This is how you wear a scarf! You gotta work it!”
Mom and Pam awaiting the turkey.
Tony and Watson putting the lights on the tree. We got a real one this year. It’s bee-yutiful and very festive, though Harley is disappointed since he likes to chew on the fake ones (his yearly flossing).