at the ClownyFishForest's house

We started a new tradition this year: a pre-Thanksgiving brunch feast with pumpkin pancakes and mimosas. Marybeth learned that dates are not figs.

It was 70 degrees outside in Berkeley, California. After we we filled our faces, we laid in the sun like happy kitties.



Baby Ella got naked and ran through the sprinkler. The grown ups baked in the sun and enjoyed our food coma.

It was peaceful.