Like any good girl, Hella slept peacefully the entire 13 hours it took us to drive to Nashville for a Thanksgiving with the grandparents.
Sure it was a bit cooler, but nothing keeps a girl warm like being in her Daddy's arms.
Sometimes it takes the grownups too long to feed the kids and they have to go looking themselves.
Tofurkey aside, Hella prefers the dessert portion of the meal. She is her Mother's daughter.
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You didn't make that stripey sweater did you? It's really cute. She looks a lot like B in that pic.
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