This being one of the ways the universe tests your parenting skills, we think.
Take one family gathering, add a lot of food, add a bunch of exciting cousins to play with, and shake.
Wait until one of the children comes and says their tummy hurts. At the first signs of heaving, stick out hands to keep it off the nice floor.
Because, you know, the finish on hardwood can get really messed up by puke.
Or really, because, well, what else are you going to do? Scream? Leap back away from the child? Traumatize them for life?
Instead, ep caught. And I grabbed napkins and we grabbed towels (had been on their chairs as protection), and she yooked into those instead. Nice linen napkins... bleach is a good thing, yes?
Miss R is feeling much better after having rented and returned her entire dinner and dessert.
So, that was T-day one. Ep's parents' house (nice old stone house, plenty of room), his brother and sister, their kids, an uncle and aunt, a foreign student whose host family were out of town, the bf of one of the cousins. Nice mix, all in all.
Today was prep for T-day two. Cleaning up, setting up the table (all 20 leaves in the table, taking up the full length of the addition my mom put on for just this purpose), various decorating and setup for the formal dining.
Tomorrow will be T-day two. 25 people (or 24, depending on whether my best friend from high school's husband shows up this year - some years he does, some he doesn't). My friends A and N (A from work, N his wife) will be getting their first go with an American Thanksgiving. Whoo, boy, poor things! KIDS! PEOPLE! FOOD! MORE KIDS! MORE FOOD! TALKING! MORE TALKING! MORE KIDS! MORE FOOD!
Woot? It is kind of hard to be dropped into that whole thing, BAM. Though maybe they'll be more used to it than we think, since it is probably closer to a 'small event' in the Indian experience. What, only 25 people? Piff. Nuthin. Heh.
Still, my family can be a bit much to take. They're all nice, but they can all, uh, talk. Even all the introverts.
But hopefully nobody will have to prove themselves by catching puke. Once a holiday is enough for that.