Celebrating Thanksgiving in a nation where the people really don't have much has a way of making you think.  And a way of making you realize again how incredibly blessed you are.

Our Thanksgiving meal was a Jamaican one.  (But we did have pumpkin pie, so it's all good.)  We dressed up the kids as Indians.  Never mind that they didn't really understand the whole Squanto-being-nice-to-Pilgrims-with-shiny-buckles thing.  And when Jahaeim's Indian pants ripped open, I told him it was okay, because real Indians didn't wear pants at all. 


Jahaeim, pretending to be an Indian warrior, I think

Fierce Kenroy.  Ha.



Little 'Neish


Thanksgiving day the Schlabach family arrived!  Fun times talking on the roof, playing games, and trying to scare away the gigantic lizard that lives in the guesthouse... eek.