It actually started the night before Thanksgiving. I was making a pie crust mix when who should walk in and see me hard at work? You got it, West! So I handed the reigns over to him and let him have at it.
It is almost as if he has this sixth sense that he can tell when there is something going on in the kitchen. Thursday morning he hears Aunt Elizabeth out there working and in he strolls. She happens to be getting the turkey ready to put into the oven. He jumped right in and showed us all how it was done.
Then he is doing the dishes,
and hauling in a sack of potatoes that I think weighed as much as he does, or darn close anyway!
He did manage to take a little rest here with Grandpa to read a book or two while waiting for Aunt Mary and Uncle Jeff and of course
their dog Harley (you do know he is part dog, right?).
And then for supper one of the nights (since by this point I think we all needed something besides turkey in our systems) he helps Grandma make tortillas. That darling little girl eating the flour is my niece Scarlett! Isn't she a cutie?
So looking over these pictures I am once again reminded of what a great kid I have in this one! And I would like it to be known - I Love a Workin' Man!!!