It's a long, long day.
We cross the state and circle back, eating two very large Thanksgiving meals in the process, before the day is done. We leave early in the morning and get home really late at night.
The boys handle it well. But it's a lot for one day. One set of relatives they don't see very often, and then thinking we are done. Only to stop to see another set of relatives they don't see very often. All with food that they want but can't have.
We managed to pack enough of their favorites to keep them from going hungry. We even tried to stop and get them some french fries in between, but they were not fans (for whatever reason).
Add to that the fact that we tend to attempt to dress them up a little from their usual sweat pants and t-shirts, and it just makes for a long, uncomfortable day.
But they survived.
Daddy's phone and Angry Birds may or may not have helped. When they weren't fighting over who's turn it was, anyway.
One holiday down ... one more to go.
