We did not manage to take even one picture of the food this year. Well, maybe you're still so full from dinner that you wouldn't want to look at more food anyway. But Kevin made another awesome buttermilk pie and I made some cornbread dressing.
I was pleasantly surprised that Silas decided to dress up when I told him that I was going to wear my newly made fancy skirt. He has outgrown most of his dress up clothes from Grandpa and Nana (that he has refused to wear for a few years) but luckily we had this borrowed ring bearer suit from our neighbor and that went along with a button up shirt he got from Nanny years ago that still fits and his red tie from Grandma Jane (he said "And now I'll wear a tie because I'm a male." ok) And of course he wore his fanciest shoes, the ones he wears everyday: his handmade rocket ship Vans from Mimi, they do have glitter paint details on them.
And then he dictated the photography plan: we would each have individual pictures (his would be seated) and one (and only one) group photo. When we tried to take a few extra he freaked out so we aren't totally over the phototaking phobia, but it's a start.
Silas felt certain that the mesh-backed fishing hat was the perfect accessory and tucking in the shirt would be way over the top
For the second year in a row we celebrated with our friends the Ruckers and their friends and their friends' friends at the Polish Hall in San Francisco. It's a beautiful old character of a space with a stage and tumbling mats from the preschool there. It is a wonderland for children because the party hosting families bring costumes, and it's a wonderland for adults because it's a potluck feast with lots of great conversation and entertainment provided by the costumed kids. None of these photos are of the very large crowd of feasters, but I think there were nearly 100 folks. Or at least... I think I washed 100 forks.