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A Happy Thanksgiving to all of you!
What? It wasn't Thanksgiving where you are? Well, to be honest, I wasn't expecting it yet, either.
But we went up to Connecticut this weekend, in an exercise known as the "You've Got to Be Kidding Family Tour," and found Thanksgiving waiting for us.
You see, Ferrett's family has been experiencing a growth year. All four of his female cousins gave birth within a span of 19 days this fall, and his sister-in-law,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
suzieboz finished out the run with her adorable daughter 3 weeks later. That's 5 babies all under 2 months of age, and the stars aligned so that all five were going to be in Connecticut at the same time this weekend.
I had a fascinating combination of circumstances: not one day of leave time available, and a powerful urge to cuddle babies. This culminated in a week of working until 6 so that I could take off at 2 on Friday and we could make the drive. We got into Ferrett's mom's house at 11:15 and died, then got up Saturday morning and spent some time with his mom and stepdad, including taking a nice walk. Then it was off to Susie's to visit with new baby and Ferrett's godson, Andy, for a couple hours. After that, we went to Ferrett's aunt and uncle's lovely home, where we are usually greeted like arriving royalty, our presence being rare.
This time we let ourselves in, took off our coats, and sort of milled around for a while before anyone even noticed that we'd arrived. You see, there were babies! Pictures were being taken of Grammy with all her great grandchildren, then of the proud cousins and their husbands, and any other combination of family members and infants. We were waved into the room and shuffled out of the way in a corner until the photo session broke up, then we were finally greeted.
It completely delighted us. A new generation is here to soak up all the attention, and that is as it should be.
Actually, I lie. We were greeted when we came through the door, by the smell of turkey roasting. Because everyone was in town this weekend instead of next, Aunt Lainey had cooked Thanksgiving dinner, with all the trimmings, and we sat down, 28 of us plus babies, to a family meal. It was delightful, but by the time we got back to Ferrett's mom's house they had left to pick up his stepsister and her husband and two kids from the airport, and even though it was technically early enough for us to go see Casino Royale, we were just too worn out. We blew up the air mattress (we'd been relegated to the livingroom floor) and turned in early.
Everyone came tromping in at about 12:30, and 3-year-old Morgan was just too excited to go back to sleep. I listened to her giggling and talking to 6-year-old Amanda as the poor girl tried desperately to get her sister to sleep. It was about 2am when they finally settled down.
We were concerned that, what with having to leave early this morning, we wouldn't get to see anything of Morgan and Amanda. Silly us. At the first light of dawn, Morgan was awake. By 6:45 they were downstairs giggling and talking with us and eventually bouncing on the air mattress while mom and gramma drank coffee and we got ready to go. Then we had breakfast with Ferrett's dad before getting on the road home.
It was a whirlwind trip, and I don't think you could honestly jam anymore family visiting into the 36 hours we were actually in Connecticut, particularly since half of those hours were occupied by sleep.
Man, am I glad it's a short week. I'm going to bed.
What? It wasn't Thanksgiving where you are? Well, to be honest, I wasn't expecting it yet, either.
But we went up to Connecticut this weekend, in an exercise known as the "You've Got to Be Kidding Family Tour," and found Thanksgiving waiting for us.
You see, Ferrett's family has been experiencing a growth year. All four of his female cousins gave birth within a span of 19 days this fall, and his sister-in-law,
suzieboz finished out the run with her adorable daughter 3 weeks later. That's 5 babies all under 2 months of age, and the stars aligned so that all five were going to be in Connecticut at the same time this weekend.I had a fascinating combination of circumstances: not one day of leave time available, and a powerful urge to cuddle babies. This culminated in a week of working until 6 so that I could take off at 2 on Friday and we could make the drive. We got into Ferrett's mom's house at 11:15 and died, then got up Saturday morning and spent some time with his mom and stepdad, including taking a nice walk. Then it was off to Susie's to visit with new baby and Ferrett's godson, Andy, for a couple hours. After that, we went to Ferrett's aunt and uncle's lovely home, where we are usually greeted like arriving royalty, our presence being rare.
This time we let ourselves in, took off our coats, and sort of milled around for a while before anyone even noticed that we'd arrived. You see, there were babies! Pictures were being taken of Grammy with all her great grandchildren, then of the proud cousins and their husbands, and any other combination of family members and infants. We were waved into the room and shuffled out of the way in a corner until the photo session broke up, then we were finally greeted.
It completely delighted us. A new generation is here to soak up all the attention, and that is as it should be.
Actually, I lie. We were greeted when we came through the door, by the smell of turkey roasting. Because everyone was in town this weekend instead of next, Aunt Lainey had cooked Thanksgiving dinner, with all the trimmings, and we sat down, 28 of us plus babies, to a family meal. It was delightful, but by the time we got back to Ferrett's mom's house they had left to pick up his stepsister and her husband and two kids from the airport, and even though it was technically early enough for us to go see Casino Royale, we were just too worn out. We blew up the air mattress (we'd been relegated to the livingroom floor) and turned in early.
Everyone came tromping in at about 12:30, and 3-year-old Morgan was just too excited to go back to sleep. I listened to her giggling and talking to 6-year-old Amanda as the poor girl tried desperately to get her sister to sleep. It was about 2am when they finally settled down.
We were concerned that, what with having to leave early this morning, we wouldn't get to see anything of Morgan and Amanda. Silly us. At the first light of dawn, Morgan was awake. By 6:45 they were downstairs giggling and talking with us and eventually bouncing on the air mattress while mom and gramma drank coffee and we got ready to go. Then we had breakfast with Ferrett's dad before getting on the road home.
It was a whirlwind trip, and I don't think you could honestly jam anymore family visiting into the 36 hours we were actually in Connecticut, particularly since half of those hours were occupied by sleep.
Man, am I glad it's a short week. I'm going to bed.
