The day after Thanksgiving, my brothers asked if they could do a "guys" day with the boys. When my boys heard of the plans, they could barely contain their excitement. Their uncles are like their favorite toys, and the thought of a day with them, all alone, out and about, was almost too much for them to anticipate.
It was a day of Dave and Busters. My brothers picked them up at ten am and told me they would be back early afternoon. Of course, the fun just couldn't be stopped, and instead, they had them home at 4. My boys were bursting with silliness and funny stories of their time with their uncles. And Brennan had a gigantic stuffed snake, bigger than him, as a boon from winning a few thousand tickets from games.
We had dinner as a family that night, a Thanksgiving re-do, but this time with my mom, brothers and sisters in law. Lots of food, too much wine, and a whole lot of all of us laughing and talking over each other. At one point, Griffin put his hands over his ears and looked at me with astonishment.
"Why is everyone so angry?" He yelled.
"What?" I shouted back, confused.
"Why are they all so angry? All the yelling! Why can't they stop yelling?"
I laughed so hard, I had to hold tears back. I had to explain to him that this is how it is done in my family. We are loud. We are exuberant. We sometimes yell on top of each other to ensure we are heard.
We can be a lot to take in, particularly in an enclosed space like my mom's dining room.
After dinner, with so many stories our sides ached from laughing, we played Apples to Apples at the table, arguing and posturing with those we love in a good competitive spirit.
The holidays are truly not just a day, but a string of days surrounded by a full family.
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