Thursday, November 29, 2012

Trotting Turkeys, Saratoga Shopping, and Baby Steps

This Thanksgiving, we spent some time with Chris's family out near Albany. We kicked off our Thanksgiving weekend with the 5K Turkey Trot in Troy, NY. Yep, that's right. I'm a runner now. Blame Chris for that one.

Chris and I met up with his brother, Mike, as well as his wife, Erin and her sister Carrie at the starting location. The temperature was in the low 40s, but that didn't stop thousands of people from coming out for the run. Not even these guys, dressed as presents:

Chris was ready for the race and even braved the cold in shorts and a t-shirt.

I'm happy to say Chris beat his time from the last 5K and I managed to run the whole thing without stopping to walk! haha So successes all around.

Thanksgiving dinner was great. We had a huge table, lots of happy people, and even more delicious food. The next day, we all went out to Saratoga to browse the shops. I picked up a few stocking stuffers and we just admired the local stores. I saw this window and had to take a picture of it for my mom. Such a cute idea.

And Chris and I particularly enjoyed walking around behind his stepsister, Marena, so we could enjoy the sight of her snazzy new coat. haha

On Saturday, a bunch of us rode up to the cabin to shoot some logs. haha We had a couple guns to practice with, and I have to say, the women dominated when it came to aim.

And finally, Chris's step-nephew, Evan, put on a show for us by taking a couple steps across the living room. He was so proud he even gave himself a round of applause.

When we got home, we were surprised to see that Oreo appeared to have made peace with the kittens. Here he is, cuddled up with Shadow (who is keeping two sleepy eyes on us). Apparently the spirit of Thanksgiving got to them. Or maybe the cooler temperature of our house when we set the thermostat to vacation mode. haha

But, the peace treaty was short lived. Eventually Oreo took a few bites at Shadow and came over to snuggle with me. Even if he is still a crotchety old guy, you gotta admit he's pretty darn cute.