Thanksgiving went off without a hitch, thankfully. No dry turkey, no stuffing malfunctions, no forgotten cranberry sauce. Unlike the last two years, no Thanksgiving hospital feasts and no Thanksgiving morning drives from New Jersey to Pittsburgh. We got up, entertained children while Mommy and Grandma cooked dinner, then had a very nice dinner with the family and some of Aunt W's friends. My wife's family is pretty amazing in their ability to pick up "strays" for the holidays - it's one of the more generous and admirable things about the family.
Black Friday was, for the most part, an unusual one for me. I did no early morning shopping, for the first time in a few years. I did most of my shopping before Black Friday, on the Newegg and Staples and Target online sales. Grandma and Grandpa were very generous, though, and kicked us out of the house on Friday evening for several hours of shopping at JC Penney, Sears, Borders, Macy's (didn't buy anything, because even with specials they're out of our price range) and Dress Barn. Best buys for us: some clearance Wii games for The Boy, pajamas for the boys marked down to $4 (Spider Man and Mickey Mouse onesies in 2T and 4T sizes), a 2TB hard drive, and two sweaters for Mum that cost $3 each on super-clearance.
Uncle C was in town from Maryland, and it was great to see him. The boys had a nice time with him, and Uncle C put together a couple of puzzles with The Boy. They're getting to the age where they can interact well with people they don't see every day, so it was really cool to see. The Boy is getting better and better at his puzzles; he's got the 100 piece Buzz puzzle about 67% together entirely on his own, unsupervised.
Today was just a bad day for Mum. The boys were in their full glory today as only 3- and 16-month old boys can be. Grandma had an emergency crop up with Aunt W (solved, without issue) so couldn't take The Boy to physical therapy, so Mum had to take both boys. To make matters better, the normal PT was not at work, which meant a substitute therapist. Sigh. The kids were bouncing off the wall, so I cleaned the kitchen, sent Mum to bed, and cleaned up the living room. Granted, the boys are doing their best to remedy the clean living room, but that's what they do best. I will copy my blog friend Christy (Eve's Mom), who nicknamed her first two children as "Search" and "Destroy." That's my boys, described in three syllables.
Good thing they're cute.
Grandma decided to try the whole "time out" thing with The Boy today. Not sure how I feel, positive or negative, about that. What do you guys do? I kind of see time out as being a way to calm a kid down who's flipping out (or to calm a parent who's flipping out), not as a punishment for mischief. I need to think on it a bit more.
Got to run - The Boy is jumping from couch cushion to couch cushion, and he's closing in on his brother, who's "resting" on one cushion...