Dec 1, 2008

Thanksgiving Showdown

We always go to my Aunt's house for Thanksgiving. She and her husband built a beautiful Victorian on the outskirts of town and landscaped all around it wonderfully. We always have a fiesty game going during the afternoon and a marvelous feast for dinner that my uncle (yes, uncle) cooks. Now that we live in the same town, it's nice to live just ten minutes away from her.

So the game this year was Badmitton. Lest you think this sounds like a woosy game, it wasn't. At least not with my family, who is probably the most competitive family you have ever met this side of the Mississippi. Last year it was crochet, and that got pretty brutal as well. People were blasting balls all over the place. I took a sweet video of my Aunt and sister, Krista, playing my husband, and cousin, Brett. My Aunt gets pretty excited with cheers and screams, and smack talk. She's pretty decent though so she can get away with it. Since the boys team stayed undefeated though, there was bitterness among the troops. My aunt gave them the biggest run for their money though.
My cousin Cassie got engaged the day before to a guy that comes from a pretty reserved family. Even his last name is Smith. Well, he fits right in, and apparently even enjoys our spit-fire ways. I love us and like us. I think we are pretty awesome myself. MY husband on the other hand is quite possibly one of the loudest, most competitive of all. I was dearly hoping someone would beat him, because I had to bring him home!

I think she made a point.
Tone giving the birdie a nice shot.
My sisters really struggled. Krista blames it all on Katie and visa versa. Notice the little white birdie on the ground.
Ainsley found a birdie just her size!

We always try to get a family photo while we are there too. I hate studio photos. And so we take one in her leaves every year. Who knows how we ended up the bath tub. It was just sitting there and seemed like a worthy prop. The kids enjoyed holding the sponge and scrub brush. Don't let this fool you into a false sense of cleanliness. My kids are usually pretty grubby. My son had to get stripped down and his pants tossed in the washer/dryer TWICE while we were there. Here is the best shot. Ever try to get both kids to look at a camera and not give a cheesy fake smile? Nigh impossible.
What happens if I give sissy a friendly little whack on the head?????
Awww, isn't she cute?

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