For Thanksgiving all of our plans kind of fell through at the last minute. When my husband asked me what I would like to do, I told him quite frankly that I wanted to spend the holiday with our good friends up in Maine. We apprehensively called and asked if we could bring our little army to invade their home. And MUCH to our surprise and pleasure they were thrilled. How we loved spending time with them and enjoying Maine. My boys still, months later, still ask when we are going back to visit.
Our awesome friends are both photographers. I enjoyed capturing this little moment of both of them taking pics.
It doesn't matter how scary those rocks were, that pop tart never was put down.
It was so hard to keep a coat on Music. He loves the cold!
One of my dreams came true. Me in Maine, with a lighthouse.
Taking the boys to the beach and telling them not to get in the water was a little silly.
Doesn't matter how cold it is for these water babies!
We have a lot of family history in this part of the country. We found a graveyard in which one of our ancestors was buried. Dad told stories of her and then sent them off to find her tombstone. Right found it! Cool!
We loved our Thanksgiving in Kittery.
