Thanksgiving 2012

This year we spent one of our three Thanksgivings in Palatka at Aunt Nadine's house.

Brandon is holding a wooden car that Grandpa made a hundred years ago.

Mer and GrandMer helped with an art project.

Uncle Wyman brought the motorcycle.  Brandon was officially in a limbo somewhere between heaven and hell.  Is that called Purgatory?

(Uh nope.  Nevermind.  Just looked that one up on Wikipedia.)


He gets all excited about motorcycles from a distance, but when he was near it and heard it turn on, then SAT ON IT.  It was a little overwhelming.

 

 

Here mommy is asking, "Brandon, what sound does a motorcycle make?"

Brrrrrrrmmmmmmmmm!!!!!

Not her thing, for sure.  I think she heard someone refer to it as a "horse."