Welcome to the Scharrer family's real life story! Most of our story is written for, and about, our four kids and the spice they add to our lives. It's our story of happiness, craziness, and sometimes ridiculousness. We've journaled through childbirth, the terrible two's, private school (and our public school experience), an autism diagnosis, medical school, residency, and long-term mission work in Africa.

Now we're following a new adventure, which involves a 45 foot motorcoach, homeschool, and as many ski slopes as we can go down in one year.

For posts from while we were living in Zimbabwe and updates about our future plans in Zimbabwe, please see our mission blog...

www.ourzimbabwejourney.blogspot.com.





04 December 2011

Thanksgiving 2011 Recap

Uncle Brandon, Aunt Karlie, cousin Kinley, and their dog Kyper came all the way from Oklahoma to visit for the entire week of Thanksgiving. Despite sharing more than just the Thanksgiving meal (a nasty cough and cold, Hand Foot and Mouth Disease, and Pink Eye... just to name a few!), it was one of the best Thanksgivings I can ever remember...


A week of sweet baby kisses,

sweet baby secrets,

and big baby hugs.


Fun afternoons at the park,

loving our time home with Daddy.



A week of precious memories made with our sweet baby Kinley,

and teaching the kids what Thanksgiving was all about.

Nana sent us a turkey from Oklahoma (THANK YOU, NANA!),

and Karlie and I (but mostly Karlie) prepared the sides.
We ate our Thanksgiving meal in our pajamas (because we can when we're the adults!),

and later put a solid family effort into the Rockband competition!



It was a week of togetherness,

happiness,
and discovering one of the BEST pizza places EVER!



We were able to work around nap times to show them around the hospital,

which is kind of hard to do when you have just as many kids as adults (and us adults like naps, too!).

It was a week of memories. A week of smiles. A week of Thanksgiving.

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