Thanksgiving!

So how was your Thanksgiving? Ours was fun. Crazy. But fun. If you could have peeked in on our holiday feast, you would have seen eight adults and twenty-seven children. (Yes, six of those were teenagers, but the rest definitely qualify as small children.)
Despite the chaos, there was still all the traditional elements of a great Thanksgiving.
Lots of food (of course), a little football,
(You really need to take a closer look at Cannon's face. Hilarious!)
And cousins, Cousins, COUSINS!
(This is a small selection of cousins pictured here. Whoever happened to be in the kitchen when I pulled out my camera. Only ten.)

When you get married you learn new traditions and realize that not everyone does things the same way you do. One major difference between Jef's family and mine was brought out this holiday. At our Thanksgiving dinner of thirty-five people, there were eight pies to split between us. Someone did the math and decided that was sixty-four pieces, and thus there was plenty of pie.
I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. So I called up my mom and asked her how many pies they had at their house.
"Well, let's see. I made twenty-one, and John brought two more, so that makes twenty-three."
For how many people?
"Sixteen."
Hmm, anyone got a calculator?
I believe that adds up to at least eleven pieces each.
Almost a pie and a half for each person.
Enough to make you sick for at least a week.
Now that's my idea of a great Thanksgiving!