|(Above: Artistic rendition of our Thanksgiving turkey)|
After the meal, we went to the living room to watch football while Kyle terrorized one of the cats. The cat, one of two tuxedo cats owned by my brother and his wife, had made the mistake of walking into the room where Kyle was standing. The little guy loves pets, perhaps because he feels a kinship with them, since they are close to his size and do a lot of whining over food. Our son likes to run up to our friends' dogs, place a hand on them to "pet" them, and run away snorting with laughter. With this cat, he didn't even get that close. He simply stood in the center of the room where the cat was and clapped his hands. The cat froze at the top edge of a couch, scared of this three-foot clapping monster. It trembled as Kyle walked closer, wearing a silly grin and still clapping. Then, with Kyle still several yards away, it turned and somehow slid down a two-inch-wide gap between the couch and the wall, and was not seen again for the rest of the day. I think it ate part of the seat cushions for its dinner. Better to do that than confront the killer clapper. Kyle said the "cat has a boo-boo" and then started doing laps around the house again. From what I hear, the cat re-emerged after we left, when the house was safe again.
It certainly was a lot of fun to visit family and friends during the holiday break, and to not have to search for parking while doing that (oh, the simple things suburbanites take for granted). Jennifer and I also took advantage of having my parents there, who are ready-and-willing babysitters. Since we have yet to gain the courage to put our first-born's life in the hands of a stranger, this weekend was our first opportunity to have a date, just the two of us, since our Aruba trip in August. Wow, was it refreshing. Jennifer and I used this valuable adult time to go to the cinema... and see a movie about a boy wizard and his magical friends.
Sunday was slap-happy traffic day. We spent most of the day fighting other highway drivers, most of whom either had a death wish or were using a vehicle for the first time. We then roamed our neighborhood for a half-hour or so, looking for parking (oh, the simple things suburbanites take for granted). Once that was over and Kyle was in bed, Jennifer and I sat on our couch, put on the TV, and enjoyed a quiet evening at home. We enjoyed the Thanksgiving weekend tremendously, but it sure was busy. Now that it's over, we've begun the madness that is the Christmas season. I'm still clueless as to what to buy Kyle this year. Maybe we should get him a cat.