Somehow, we managed to squeeze 11 people around the dining room table for dinner the night before the Baptism. I was lucky enough to spend the afternoon shopping with CB and Moocher #11, while the turkey cooked itself (or, actually, Mom cooked it--thanks, Mom!) It was great fun to have everyone together.
H has decided that most American food is pretty tasty, but whatever you do...DON'T give her peanut butter!
Baby T, on the other hand, hasn't met food he doesn't like. He has earned himself the nickname, "Breadilu".
Auntie F, crowded by her adoring fans.
CB enjoying her self-selected meal of bread and little else. Who says man cannot live by bread alone?
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