Dan and I both have big families. Both sides include aunts, uncles, tons of cousins, and some of those cousins have kids… the list goes on. If everyone got together at the same time, the numbers would easily climb to 100.
(Now, some of them live out of state- some even across the country- so the only time we’ve ever really had everyone together was at our wedding. And woo boy, what a party THAT was!)
Anyway. Bottom line is: we have lots of relatives. And- believe it or not- we actually LIKE all of them (or… most of them. heh.) So we have found ourselves many times wishing they could all come over and visit at the same time. We just knew that my family would get along well with his, but we just never had the space to do it.
We had nearly 50 people to our house on Saturday. It was a bit overwhelming planning food and seating and PRAYING that the weather would be good enough that we could hang outside (Spoiler Alert: IT WAS GORGEOUS!). I spent the week running from store to store buying things I’d forgotten. Paper plates, sausage buns, green peppers, plastic covers for the surround-sound wires hanging from the walls in the living room. The lists I had for this party, oh geez… let’s just say, even my List Making Self was ready to much me in the throat.
We borrowed chairs and tables from my mom and sister. We spent the week cleaning up our house and unpacking the last of the boxes. I finally hung pictures on the walls. Dan’s dad brought his margarita maker. My mom and dad brought over their volleyball and badminton sets. We set up their cornhole game in the backyard. We borrowed my parents’ firepit so we could roast marshmallows and make smores. I put together a playlist on Dan’s iPod and bought a little stereo that had an MP3 player plug so we could rock out. I made entirely too many sausages and we had about 15 extra side dishes. ha
It was a great party. At least I think it was. It seemed like everyone had fun, and there were lots of laughs. The grown-ups were playing with sidewalk chalk in the driveway. My sister did a tequila shot with my father-in-law. I played badminton with my friend’s 9 year old daughter and my uncle against my sister, brother-in-law and some miscellaneous cousins of mine (12 year old boys don’t have much of an attention span, so they rotated, heh.) It was just so much fun to see everyone and hang out in our new backyard with the people we love most.
(The only downside of the party was when I got stung by a yellow jacket on the back of my leg. It hurts and it is swollen. And that bee was a jerk because I was just STANDING THERE chatting with friends and it STUNG ME. Stupid bees.)
Maggie was a little confused when she woke up from her nap and there were all these new faces at her house, but she warmed up pretty quickly and I pretty much didn’t see her for the next 6 hours. She flitted from group to group, quite the social butterfly. She had so much fun that she stayed up until 10pm and was EXHAUSTED by the time we settled her in for bedtime.
We spent today cleaning up the aftermath and watching her run around the house nearly-naked for 20 minutes.
As much fun as the party was, I think she’s happy to get back to our normal life again. Even if it doesn’t include smores roasted on an open fire.