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This was a big weekend. My husband's family (his father, mother, brother, sister-in-law and nephew) came to spend the weekend with us for his father's 60th birthday. And of course, it was a trip...

The Gremlin played with her cousin (he is 6 months younger than she is) very well. My husband and his brother went and bought some outdoor furniture, including two little chairs, and she claimed those chairs all weekend. She moved them around from outside to inside and room to room, all weekend long. She shared some things--her food and beverages mostly, even going so far as to take the food she was supposed to eat, say "yummy" and shove it in his mouth. And screamed "mine" on other things--the chairs, her push toys and basically anything else he tried to play with.

Her cousin was fascinated with the baby and kept making the sign for baby all weekend. The Gremlin seems to be a little confused about what brother means and started calling her cousin "brother", as well as most other boys she saw. So I guess we have to work on that one.

2.0 was so good, we forgot he was there most of the time. We moved his cradled into our closet so his cousin, aunt and uncle could have his room (yes, my son slept in the closet) and took it all in stride.

He is almost on a schedule. We eat every 3-4 hours. The only deviation is in the morning when he wakes up. He usually only goes 2 hours from his previous feeding then. And one night he slept for 6 hours. It was fantastic!!!!

We all went to the zoo and had a wonderful time. We had cupcakes for Granddad's birthday, including the kiddos (well, not 2.0). The Gremlin was her usual crazy self. The monster was in heaven with all the people and  attention. She just followed the walking feedbags around the entire time and passed out each night from shear exhaustion. Her Majesty was not thrilled, but she never is. And 2.0 seems to be fitting in to the family just perfectly.

Here is a photo of the family at the zoo. Can't wait until my family comes up for a visit. I am sure it will be a rowdy time as well. :)


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