Days of Turkey

Spokane has a small airport with small planes. There is no accordion walkway to shelter you from the harsh weather when boarding the plane.

However, there is not much of a wait time either since all of the carry-ons are handled outside by the flight crew.

instead of in the middle of the isle way by untrained passengers.

...I finally made it to Kent for a fun weekend...

where the excitement never ends
...of family...

My newest cousin Destiny, daughter of Danny and Lydia.

Even Dad was smiling...probably because he conquered Malea at Battleship.

...and food!

Well, truth be told, I didn't actually get any pictures of the food prepared at the Muñoz home. The top picture is a wild turkey John Manio hunted two years ago and froze for such an occasion, while the second picture is of Mark's Turkey and Ham he cooked all day in Cheney.


Because Seattle is not equip for handling snow my trip was quite different than I had expected. Instead of flying out of Spokane Monday night I did not arrive in Kent until Tuesday afternoon; Malea's, Matthew's and Tayla's Tuesday and Wednesday classes were canceled; Mom and Dad were unable to drive to and from work; and the only vehicle trusted between the six of us was Dad's Tundra, with chains, driven by Dad. So rather than hanging out with Malea in an empty house, I had the pleasure of hanging out with Malea in a very full house. There were also a few snowball fights. I will go into more detail later. On Thursday we had Thanksgiving at Grandpa Vince and Grandma Mary's. This time, all of my dad's side AND my mom's side were invited! Crazy and rather happy, but not at all long enough.