[Tax-chick]

Swan-derangement, apparently. Who knew?

We could have fed twenty-three, but only by getting the extra silverware out of the camp supplies. I had Drama Queen’s new boyfriend (smarter than all previous iterations!) count up forks to make sure we had enough in the kitchen.

James took his dinner out to the patio table (it was warm out) because he didn’t want to sit at the preschool table in the little plastic chairs. Vlad managed, and he’s the same height; they’re both pushing six feet.

[Harmless Teddy Bear]

It was kind of sad this year as baring a miracle it will be the last we have with everyone there. My aunt is probably not going to last until the New Year. We asked if she would like to do the distance thing and she asked "Why? It is not like I can get much worse!"

And next year we will be scattered all over the globe again as we have two of the youngers heading off for missions and three heading off to the military.