Still, there are flashes of that little-boy enthusiasm. Matt took him out to get some bloodwork done just before we left for Thunder Bay, and then they went to do some last-minute Christmas shopping. Angus badgered Matt until he bought me a juicer, because he said I really wanted one (I did), and then when they got home and wrapped it, he insisted they give it to me right away.
The smile for his new catcher's mitt was pretty good too.
Then there's the new fun stuff that comes with teen-agery smartassness. Such as when he decided to wear everything he got as a gift all at once.
I'm sparing you the part where he put on his UnderArmour underwear. You're welcome.
Naturally, Eve was getting in on this action.
We still get the classic reactions from her, though.
My strategy of buying ninety percent of my gifts from Indigo and Redbubble was mostly successful.
Although I broke Bill by giving him The Martian. "I'll never forgive you", my mother-in-law said. "He didn't say a single word to me for all of Boxing Day. (It's not true. I heard him say "Seventy pages left" at one point.)
We went straight from the airport to my mom and dad's house on the 27th so the kids could see their cousins...
...and partake in classic Christmas activities such as crokinole
and hand-sock fighting.
There was also the Christmas miracle of Angus sharing his Big League Chew with Eve on the way home.
My son. So handsome.
Also, on that day in Bed Bath & Beyond, when I had no idea what I was going to get Angus for Christmas? I happened upon this Boston Red Sox Tervis cup. I bought it as a stocking stuffer with this "crap, I shouldn't be buying something just to buy it, he probably won't even use it, Christmas SUCKS" feeling.
Guess what hasn't been out of his big silly mitt ever since?