This past weekend was another busy one. We woke up early Saturday
morning, packed our bags and headed to PA. In years past, this trip
would have occurred on Christmas morning. However, this year we decided
to stay home for the holiday. As luck would have it, my cousins were
having a difficult time fitting my Mom's traditional holiday dinner into
their Christmas day schedule as well. This was the first year that we
have all gotten together on a date other than December 25th, but I
foresee it becoming a tradition for the coming years.
By
the time we arrived at my Mom's, her house was already full. Robby
quickly abandoned his tablet and DS, opting instead to play with and
chase his cousins. There is a unique sense of happiness that comes from
hearing a chorus of children squealing and laughing. Suddenly the date
on the calendar was inconsequential, and the festive holiday mood was
recaptured for the afternoon.
True to form,
my Mom prepared way too much food. All of the kids essentially ignored
the dinner buffet table, instead visiting the cookie tower throughout
the afternoon. In reality, the only time the little ones sat at the
dining room table was when the cake was being served. The younger ones
may not visit often, but they have come to know that Nana (the name all
of the kids use for my Mom) always has cake and chocolate milk.
While
the kids were busy chasing each other around the house firing their
"fart guns," also courtesy of Nana, the adults were able to visit and
catch up. Of course, sometimes talking was a bit difficult because of
the inundation of electronic toot sounds and children laughing.
Thankfully Nana opted to buy the regular guns and did not feel it was
necessary to upgrade for the added scent option!
It
is amazing how quickly the afternoon flew by. Before I realized it, the
sun was down and the little friends were running on fumes (and sugar).
By the time everybody packed up to go home and I helped my Mom clean and
put away the food, I was beyond tired. Between watching the kids and
helping with the food, I was on my feet for the majority of the day. I'm
not too proud to admit that I was asleep before my 7 year old.
We
woke up Sunday morning to miserable weather. The skies were grey and
the rainfalls were heavy. Because of the anticipated traffic and the
dismal weather conditions, we decided to pack up and head home a little
early. In retrospect we made the right decision. Visibility and road
conditions were horrible, making drive both difficult and stressful.
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