Early Birdies

My husband's immediate family had an early Thanksgiving today, since most of us po' folk cannot take time off to go spend four days in the (freezing!) desert of Moab, Utah. This is a tradition; The Family travels down to Moab, or there-abouts, and CAMPS for four days, feasting and hiking and playing games and feasting some more. I cannot even imagine why they started this, since no one in their *Right Mind* would want to go camping in Below Freezing temperatures... but of course, that is assuming The Family is completely sane! They are not, to their charming credit.

But I have diverged from the point of this post (Ha! I have lost my way! Bring on the breadcrumbs!).

So a small branch of The Family had a relatively quiet Thanksgiving at The Parents'-in-law House. I say relatively quiet because it is impossible to be just plain ole' Quiet when in the company of two young, boisterous boys, the children of my Sister-in-Law.

Normally, little Sophia is a very easygoing, quiet child. When she gets around her cousins, however, she becomes an entirely different baby. You see, she adores her cousins; I believe she thinks they hung the moon and proceded to invent finger foods! Sophie gets all growly and squealy and giggly and smiley when in their presence.

I love that she becomes so animated around her cousins. It makes me realize that she is truly a happy baby, and then I don't feel so bad for being a recluse and staying in all day, keeping her to myself.

(I am the Queen of Run-on Sentences, so shoot me.)

Love love love to everyone. I apologize for the rambling post, it is late and I am tired and ill.