Friday, June 20, 2008
The Lovely Wife's Sister and Brother in Law have landed, and will be soon moving into their house, complete with their dog and their two four year olds (I'll give you a second to process what my life may be like with three four year olds and a two-and-a-half year old running around), and for the past three days, it's been utter mayhem. First off, they can't actually move into their house, since all their stuff is choo-chooing its way to ye olde coastal towne. And so they're all shacked up with The Grammie and Papa, meaning that each night when La Familia Mikestand crashes that house, there are ten of us and a dog. Luckily, only five warm bodies are tearing about the house causing all manner of destruction.
But at least there are many photo opportunities, most of which involve kids with half-masticated food in their mouths, doing the "see food" routine we all knew and loved when we were young and misbehaved.
I also learned this lesson, thanks to (male, 4) Cousin D -- anything, and I mean anything at all, is funny if you substitute the last word in the sentence with "bum". Or any other word in the sentence, for that matter. Older Son has been completely enamoured with Cousin D since they landed, and I must say, I'm so grateful for the new additions to his vocabulary. You know, you can only try so hard to keep it in the bathroom, people. Cousin G (female, also 4) can't be bothered with such inanity, and so she spends most of her time telling me about princesses and twirling around in whatever twirly skirt she's got on. Really, I think I'm in love with her just a little bit. And she's never once offered to show me her half-chewed food. I sometimes wonder what she thinks when she sees the three boys around her acting like complete goofs. But then I realise I probably already know.
When we come home at nights, our boys are bush-tired and wound-up all at once. Never have they come quietly or willingly, but judging by how soundly they sleep at night, this whole thing could be a blessing in disguise.
It's really great to have this much family around. It's certainly going to throw off the "Sunday dinner" routine, but I think with some clever scheduling, we can rotate Sunday dinner events from house to house (to house) and every 4th week, we can all kick back and take a weekend off. Family stuff is exhausting, yo.
I neglected to mention, however, that every time I see the dog, it has me chanting helplessly under my breath, thanks to his name.
Posted bythemikestand at 2:30 PM