Last weekend we went to Seattle for my cousin Meg's wedding. Meg helped me get a handle on family tree nomenclature (at least a better handle than I had before), and so I can say with some certainty that she is Roxi's first cousin once removed.
After a sleepless but happy flight (Roxi flirted with everyone on the plane) and an uneventful cab ride, we were greeted by a mass of relatives at the hotel. Wackiness ensued for the rest of the weekend. Roxi got to see her Nanna, Uncle Lee, Gigi, Poppop, Great Aunt Pat, Great Uncle Bill, Great Aunt Suzanne, cousins Meg, Nathan, Bill, Angi, Billy and Joe, and many more ... in fact, more relatives than anyone could shake a stick at (even a whompin big stick). Our sweet girl took to everyone, smiling and laughing and giving leg bear hugs to whomever would stand still long enough.
Roxi had a big time. Not much napping. Lots of being chased around and held by giggling family members. Ample hotel bed jumping. A healthy dose of crackers. It was her kind of weekend.