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Cousins and Chaos

All of the people in all of these photos are family. Lots and lots of family. Not everyone is represented in these pictures but what's here will give you a good idea of what Thanksgiving week looked like. We were so busy with visiting and crowd control that we never thought to capture a photo of the whole group.












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Janelle said…
That looks positively wonderful!
ocean mommy said…
I have one question.

Do you all stay in one house?

Looks like an incredible week of reuniting!

Love to you all,
steph.
God's girl said…
Wow-That makes me wish we had a HUGE family. It looks like a blast!
Thanks for sharing.
Love you!
Ang
Kate said…
Steph,

We were in four houses but my parents still had ten grandchildren and six adults not including themselves at their house.

Kate
Sarah Markley said…
This is amazing! How fun and exciting! I want to know how the cooking is organized! Also, it looks like the kids had so much fun with like-aged cousins/siblings!
Kate,
Those are great pics telling the story of sweet family fellowship! Funny you titled it "cousins and chaos" - when we get all our family together, my Mom always calls it "happy chaos." What a joy!
Alana said…
How fun! I love big family gatherings...thanks for sharing!
tammi said…
What great pictures of happy times and heart-warming memories! I especially love the one with the kiddies running on the sidewalk. I don't know what it is about it, but it just stuck out. Maybe because it captures the sheer abandon with which children play together. Their carefree-ness. It's just beautiful.
Those pictures remind me of the Christmas Eve family get togethers that we had when I was a child. Children practically sitting on top of each other and people eating standing up. Even as a child I knew there was something special about belonging to all of those people.

Thanks for sharing!
Heather C said…
Looks like such a great time! Thanks for the glimpse into your family! :)

Heather
Children, children, everywhere! What fun! It looks a bit like our Thanksgivings, in my family of eight children. Brothers, sisters, neices, nephews, dogs, birds...laughter.
Love the picture of the trapped grown ups behind the baby gates! :)
Melanie said…
I love that pic of the kids running! What wonderful and special times. You are very blessed!

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