Don't get me wrong. I am not complaining. Michelle and I have been so happy that our relatives fell all over themselves to visit, even as we know the object of their attraction and affection was not us (of course) but a certain baby named Nathaniel.
No matter. We are happy to have them around – whatever the reason.
Now five weeks into his life, baby N. has met two aunts, an uncle, three cousins, three grandmothers and one granddad. Not bad.
First, there was Leeann, who drove hell and fire from her home to greet us before we even left the hospital.
Then Michelle's mom, Sharon, and her sister (and baby N.'s godmother), Rachel, came, cooked up a storm and left us fat and happy. Reports are they fell hard for the little guy.
Next up was my mom, Marsha, who abandoned her normally nocturnal routine and cooked for us and loved the newborn.
And, now, my father, Marvin, and stepmother, Joenne, have traveled from Texas to brave the raw, wintry weather to soothe us with their laid-back brand of support. Pictures to come of them.
There will be more relatives who will meet and greet our boy – we hope soon.
In the meantime, let's just say that everyone has been so helpful, pitching in with cooking, chores, baby sitting, and keeping us sane.
We thank them all.
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