We took a few days off from visiting the relatives and then went right back at it with a dinner at my Dad's.
Boyfriend, Shake'n'Bake, Splat and I piled into the car post-nap and drove to my Dad's house for 3pm.
Dad had been slaving away all day in the kitchen making an awesome spread (my Dad has become quite the cook over the past two years) and so we said some pleasantries and then Boyfriend, Splat and I retired to the living room for some social time with Brother and Brother's Girlfriend. Shake'n'Bake was busy tearing around the house, chasing the various animals under Dad's Girlfriend's supervision.
I was under the impression that dinner would be my family, Brother and his Girlfriend, Dad and his Girlfriend, Dad's Girlfriend's Son and his girlfriend.
I was right...
But there was also Uncle #1 and his Girlfriend, and Grandma!
So, in my typical family get together fashion, it was loud.
I hadn't seen my Grandma in almost two years, so she hadn't seen Shake'n'Bake in almost two years, and this was the first time that she was meeting Splat. She held Splat for a few pictures before her arms got tired because my baby is rocking a hefty 16 pounds already!
We all sat down to dinner, (three tables separately clothed and then crammed together in a line) and passed the food around clockwise. This specification needs to be made because on Thanksgiving this year, the food was passed in various directions all-willy-nilly and this irked my Dad.
As is quickly becoming tradition, someone accidentally got mashed potatoes on the bottoms of various food dishes and we all blamed it on Dad.
Dinner was devoured.
Dad had made cake for dessert, but somebody had mentioned the word presents and so we were set to unwrap before gorging.
We opened presents, stuffed delicious cake in our faces, and then Dad packed up the rest of the turkey and sent it home with us.
We made it! At least until next holiday...
Ah crap, Easter.