
Okay. We weren't really hunting for turkeys. We just went shooting. Thanksgiving was a lot of fun in St. George this year. We hung out with half of the Bailey Clan. We decided that we didn't want to be stuck in the kitchen all day, so we were going out. But, the place in Mesquite was gross, which we found out the night before when we stopped there on the way to the condo. And, most of the places in St. George were'nt really doing a buffet thing. So we went to Chuck-a-Rama, and it was pretty good. I leaned over to Sylvia as we were leaving and said, "This is the best part!", and we walked out without having to clean a thing. It was really nice. Went 4-wheeling and saw some movies. I spent most of the time reading "The Red Tent". I'm still not sure if I liked it or not. I'm on the fence with that one. Everyone had a lot of fun though and the kids didn't want to come home, because that meant that they had to go back to school. Grayson is having some seperation issues and we are going to try to be better at helping him through them instead of doing exactly what they say not to do by telling them to "Grow Up!" This is why I should become a psychologist! Then I can't know how to react to struggles and not screw up, like I'm doing now.





