'Tis the Season for Family

Uncle E, Grandpa and Safta are in town for the week, to the delight of the boys. M has met U.E. before, but it was a year and a half ago and he, obviously, has no memories of that. It was the first time U.E. and B had met and they seemed to get along well. According to Papa Bear, I wasn't in the room at the time, B put his arms up indicating he wanted U.E. to hold him. When I entered the room, they seemed pretty cosy. Of course, B babbles to strangers in public all the time, so U.E. should not take this as an exceptional compliment or glowing personal reference:)

Last night, U.E. accompanied Papa Bear, the boys and me to dinner at a Korean restaurant. The boys were not on their worst behavior, but they weren't exactly shining examples of well-taught-manners either. M decided that it would be fun to transfer copious amounts of rice from bowl, to bowl, to bowl...leaving much mayhem in the process. B dropped utensils and anything else he could get his hands on all over the floor. At least there was no screaming on this particular outing...it has happened before. It is my personal opinion that U.E. might have left last night to schedule a vasectomy.

Grandpa and Safta showed up late this afternoon and the boys were thrilled. M ran to the door and said, "There's Grandpa. Open door, Mommy." Then he ran to show Grandpa his toys. The boys ran around between grandparents and uncle and seemed to have a fun afternoon. For some reason, they know that they get to be the center of attention with family. It must be some weird built-in genetic knowledge. Anyway, the boys were thrilled to be amongst extended family and that's all that really matters.