A Very New Jersey Thanksgiving

Hello Friends.  I’m  a bit delinquent, but better late than never with the ol’ Thanksgiving pictures.

Scott and I headed out to the Jersey on Wednesday evening.  We decided to take the ferry and good thing too.  We got word while we were on the boat that Penn Station shut down.  As in, no trains running.  Anywhere.  On one of the biggest travel days of the year.  I can’t even imagine the mayhem.

So we got to sit and enjoy the sunset while we waited for our boat.  And look!  Even though I didn’t get to go to Virginia, I did apparently go slightly south.  Wooo!

The dock happens to be right next to a private helipad.  We saw a few members of the “one percent” taking off and landing there while we were waiting.  Must be nice to travel home for Thanksgiving in your own chartered helicopter.

The rest of our evening in Jersey was pretty low key.  Filled with family and friends, as a holiday should be.

The next day, we got up to go watch Scott’s beloved “Dawgs” (yes, that is the actual name of his high school mascot) play the annual Thanksgiving football game.  I believe the tradition of a Thanksgiving morning game started back before they had stadium lights.

They clearly do have lights for Friday night games now, but the turkey day morning tradition lives on.  I was bummed to miss the Macy’s Day Parade, but it was nice to enjoy the sun outside for a bit.

When we got home, the rest of the family had arrived…including this cutie.  Look at those motor skills go!

It was the first time we have had everyone together in awhile.  We see Scott’s family pretty regularly, but it seems to be in bits and pieces more often than not.  So it was nice to have everyone together at one table.  We all went around and said what we were thankful for.  And there is so much to be thankful for these days, but its funny how it all really boils down to a few simple things.  The top of the list for every single person was family, loved ones and just being together with said loved ones.

Little Miss Avery had a birthday recently, and the lucky girl got a bonus and opened some presents from her aunts and uncles after we had our turkey.

Sparkly pink mittens? Check.

My sister-in-law, Steph, is getting so good with her camera!  So we were able to take a full family portrait.  The closest one we have is the family portrait from our wedding, but it’s missing the kiddos (they were both zonked during pictures).  So this is a special one.

And the siblings with Grammy.

Trying for a Christmas card worthy photo…

Close but no cigar.  While I lurve that shirt, I’ve decided it doesn’t photograph well.  Or in a flattering way. 

We’re trying to start a Fitzgerald family tradition of going to the Christmas tree lighting on Black Friday.  This is year three, but unfortunately the little ones couldn’t quite make it that long.  But a few of us held down the fort.

And actually, the men ditched after these pictures were taken!  They were off in search of the bar, so it was just the ladies.  Such is life.

Oh, and by Christmas tree lighting, I mean the trees lining the main street in downtown rather than an actual evergreen.  It’s different, but still kind of cool to be in the middle of the dark street and then have all of the lights flip on around you at the same time.

We spent the rest of our holiday weekend at home, which was rather uneventful (except for a slight chipped tooth mishap. More on that tomorrow.)

In closing, I have a fun fact for you: Scott’s favorite part of the Thanksgiving feast is the cranberries…how did I never know this!?  Mine, on the other hand, is the gravy.  Everything’s better with gravy on it.


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