Dad versus the turkey. Dad's winning.
I'm not sure which is more surprising, that Tracy has lost so much weight, or that she cooks.
My brother, the metrosexual.
The amazing, shivering cocker spaniel!
My father the pool shark.
Mom's watching Dad and Tracy.
This was a surprisingly painful game to watch.
Given Tracy's expression, Dad's probably saying something snarky.
Dad lines up the shot.
Tracy would be the one playing solid...
A closeup on Dad.
Another shot at the silly, and beloved, family dog.
Dad's face is turning red. He probably had some wine. Or garlic. He has weird allergies.
Dad was taunting her. It worked.
Watching the way Dad positions his hands while shooting is an education unto itself.
Yeah, there are a lot of snout shots, but Toby's getting old, and I want as many pictures as I can have.
Yes, the dog and I have similar hair colour. You should have seen us together when I had a perm...
I don't know what's funnier - the track suit, or that he fell asleep with the laptop.
My mother and my dog.
Homework and dinner - what a great combination.
My baby sister.
Our Thanksgiving table, with a nicely covered turkey.
The table on high.
Everyone gathers.
Tim's opening the wine, but he didn't touch it.
And the turkey is revealed.
Timothy? Slightly hungover.