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Thanksgiving

This was our first Thanksgiving as a family of three, and though we had a few invites to spend the day with friends in the city, we opted out and instead hopped a train from Grand Central to Cold Spring, a small town about an hour outside of the city. We ate, we laughed, we remembered Scott's dad, we loved on our boy who still looks just like him, and we took a ton of pictures...we don't get out much...

Our train, still sitting underground at Grand Central

Checking out the Hudson River views

and sleeping

This is a town called Garrison that we passed. I used to be obsessed with this town because of a book I had read, Little Chapel on the River. The pub (which you can see in this picture) that the book centers around is still standing, but the owner sold it a bit ago when his wife died. He now lives in Florida. Naturally.

Cold Spring

Ate some Turkey and Bread....

...then passed out, just as our wine came. Perfect.

Random

Reading about his twin, Yoda.

The first rule of fight club is you do not talk about fight club.

Blubber face

Weighing in after I called him blubber face....

Two guys, one great city.