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Jun. 1st, 2009 08:12 amSo, we went to a graduation party for my cousin yesterday. It was very strange. We probably shouldn't have gone, but... ah, well.
It was a shared party for her friends and her extended family. Given the recent death of my Auntie Veezie, though, almost no one from my side of the family came. Three of my cousins, one of whom was also graduating this year, were there: all brothers who spent the time hanging around the grill comically being MEN. My mom was there. Other than that, the only people I knew were my cousin, who spent the time hanging with her friends, her sister, and her parents, who were pretty frazzled keeping the party running.
The kids were predictably insane, and without an extended family to comfortably pick up some keep-an-eye-on-them slack, this meant Peter and I spent the entire time chasing after them. They had fun, but much in the same way they would in a visit to the playground, and not so much in a party sense.
The big excitement for Wesley was my cousin's new cat, Hannah. Hannah is a very friendly tortoiseshell, just under a year old. She was a bit overwhelmed by the bundle of exuberant 3-year-old that Wesley presented. I explained to him that sometimes Hannah got scared and wanted to go away, and he had to let her, and he couldn't chase her to pet her. I held my hand out, and Hannah cautiously came to sniff each finger.
After that, Wesley spent.. man, I don't even know. At least 40 minutes, all told, lying on the floor with his hand stretched desperately out, saying, "Hannah! Hannah. Come smell my hand, Hannah. Hannah, smell my hand. Smell my hand, Hannah!"
It was really adorable, and he was VERY good about not pursuing her if she left the living room for the foyer. He'd just lie in the doorway and beg her to come back. She usually did, eventually. He played with her using her cat toys (Lorrie, amusingly, just played with the cat toys) and pet her very gently. He was really very patient and well-behaved. I was proud of him.
It was a shared party for her friends and her extended family. Given the recent death of my Auntie Veezie, though, almost no one from my side of the family came. Three of my cousins, one of whom was also graduating this year, were there: all brothers who spent the time hanging around the grill comically being MEN. My mom was there. Other than that, the only people I knew were my cousin, who spent the time hanging with her friends, her sister, and her parents, who were pretty frazzled keeping the party running.
The kids were predictably insane, and without an extended family to comfortably pick up some keep-an-eye-on-them slack, this meant Peter and I spent the entire time chasing after them. They had fun, but much in the same way they would in a visit to the playground, and not so much in a party sense.
The big excitement for Wesley was my cousin's new cat, Hannah. Hannah is a very friendly tortoiseshell, just under a year old. She was a bit overwhelmed by the bundle of exuberant 3-year-old that Wesley presented. I explained to him that sometimes Hannah got scared and wanted to go away, and he had to let her, and he couldn't chase her to pet her. I held my hand out, and Hannah cautiously came to sniff each finger.
After that, Wesley spent.. man, I don't even know. At least 40 minutes, all told, lying on the floor with his hand stretched desperately out, saying, "Hannah! Hannah. Come smell my hand, Hannah. Hannah, smell my hand. Smell my hand, Hannah!"
It was really adorable, and he was VERY good about not pursuing her if she left the living room for the foyer. He'd just lie in the doorway and beg her to come back. She usually did, eventually. He played with her using her cat toys (Lorrie, amusingly, just played with the cat toys) and pet her very gently. He was really very patient and well-behaved. I was proud of him.
