... a houseful of family. A houseful of family that you like so much, you're not dying for them to leave by the time they pull out of your driveway. As a matter of fact, you're a little sad to see them go (not just because they're awesome and fun, but because they cook and do dishes, too). *sigh* I miss them already. Even though they are so entertaining, they make it impossible to find the time to blog.
And, are you ready to hate me? These are my in-laws. I have good in-laws.
Here's the break-down:
- There were seventeen of us.
- Two under two.
- Three between the ages of four and seven.
- One teen.
- Seven of us that are older than twenty, but don't think we are. (There should have been eight; but, Shawn's cousin was called away to Beijing at the last minute. Wha?! Do they not know Thanksgiving was the day the pilgrims and Indians feasted in the new world?!)
- And, four matriarchs/patriarchs (That's so much more politically correct than calling them "the old people." They don't like that.)
That batch was comprised of Shawn's brother's family, Shawn's parents, Shawn's aunt and uncle (his mom's sister), their son's family (Their son was the one in Beijing. Did I already say, "Wha?! Come on, Beijing! It's Thanksgiving!"?), their daughter and her boyfriend.
Shew! That hurt my brain.
Are you ready for more?
My step-sisters and their families - two husbands and five children (Did I just make them sound like an episode of Sister Wives? They're not. They're two separate families. I promise.), came to town to visit my mom and step-dad for the holiday. So they all came to our house for Thanksgiving, too.
That brought the grand total, sitting and eating at our house to....
Drum roll, please...
TWENTY-EIGHT PEOPLE.
And, it was fun! And, no one threw pie. Or hid in the bathroom and cried. Or shanked anyone. Seriously.
Although, my brother-in-law did send a couple of kids off to the playroom with their pie... on Wedgwood china. I might have almost shanked him...
