
We had a great few days in St. George courtesy of Grandma & Grandpa Miller to celebrate Thanksgiving with all of Mom's siblings and their families. Dinner was catered by the Marriott (we actually sat in their big lobby to eat...sounds odd, but was very nice), enjoyed the Visitor Center and holiday lighting at the LDS Temple, hiked/biked Snow Canyon, hit Fiesta Fun for the traditional go-cart racing, joined Shaylee and crew for an "old school bike club" Saturday morning ride, plus all the expected shopping, swimming, and playing a bunch of cousins can squeeze in to four days.
The eventful part: After Thanksgiving dinner while everyone was visiting and playing games, Maggie ran into a table and cut her head. It was not long enough to need stitchs, but deep enough to bleed a lot! After getting her settled down and hair and clothes cleaned up, Eli started crying. Within an hour of his crying, we determined his ear ached required a doctor. Since the Insta-Care was closed, we then spent a couple of hours in the emergency room. Three prescriptions later, we made it back to the hotel. Fortunatley he's a tough guy and didn't slow down for long. The next morning, we got a call from Grandma Miller because there was a wild turkey peeking in her window. Somehow we all ended up at her place (about 40 of us) chasing the crazy bird while trying to help local law enforcement catch it. It was almost as if he was giving us a "neener-neener" because Thanksgiving came and went - and he was still alive.










Our family took up every go-cart they had.
There was no mercy in that race.