So, what does it mean...

when you hold your little niece for the first time, your sister snaps your picture, and you look at the little perfect bit of heaven in your arms and say, "You are *so* blogged!"?

In our family, we tend to have perpetual Christmases. You see, there are only occasional planetary alignments that allow all five siblings, three spouses, and their five children to be in the same house at the same time. This weekend was one of those amazing times. This will be followed by our family Christmas, another Christmas at my mom's with just three siblings, and probably another trip down to the country and my aunt's house. When my other set of grandparents were still at home, that meant another Christmas, too. We love Christmas. This is the earliest I can remember Christmas, but it's not a stretch. Not too long ago, Mom had five kids in five different states. One year, she had five kids in four different states AND another country. Yeah, did you read that bit about the planetary alignment? Or do you believe in Christmas miracles? Me, too.

My little KitKat beat me to the punch. She snatched little Kedi for herself! Resigned to second place, I tended to something else, only to find my sis-in-law stole the Angel! Yeah, I forgive her, because I'm apparently so soft-n-snuggly that little Kedi likes to fall asleep in my arms, and, of course, no one wants to move a sleeping baby. All the while, my little Kaplan, my nephew, ran around and talked to everyone. "Aunt Kewwy" are the most precious two words, but the little stinker told me he'd rather give smoochies to Pop. He gave in later, though. He is successfully wearing his big boy pants!

Pictures to come. I promised to blog little Miss Kedi, and I surely intend to!