Turkey day was Daddyless around here. Mark had to go out of town on business Thursday morning. We had dinner at my mom's with my in-laws joining us.
Brock got GQ with a too-big vest and shirt.
Notice that I combed his hair to the side, but it won't stay that way.
I think that Brock is a robot because he doesn't eat food. I don't even know how he survives.
With his grandmas, my mom above and Mark's below.
At one point, I was telling a story about an automated voice on my answering machine and mimicked it. Boy did Brock think that was hilarious. So we all kept doing it, of course.