Submitted by megan on Wed, 10/24/2007 - 07:47
Amy, Eric and I trundled off to Stouffville this past weekend for two days of crazy family visiting. Crazy pace, not crazy family. Really, my family is pretty normal.
Saturday morning we went to visit my brother and his family. Amy and I played Pass the Baby and took turns breathing in Declan's lovely baby smell and rubbing our lips on his soft head while he grinned and cooed. Immy had been asking for me for days, was quite excited that I was coming. In theory. When Dave brought her downstairs from her nap, all we could hear from the top of the stairs down was "Megan? Megan?" However, when I greeted them at the bottom of the stairs and leaned in to give her a kiss, she looked at me blankly. Dave handed her over, I held her for a couple of seconds and then she held out her hands to go back to Daddy. I always suspected that the concept of me was much more exciting than my actual presence.
Saturday afternoon we all went to Gran's and met my Dad there. There was chatting and laughing, etc. etc. And then out of the corner of my eye, I caught a flash of movement and bare skin. I looked down. Amy was putting her sock back on.
"What are you doing?" I totally interrupted the conversation. Everyone closed their mouths and looked at Amy with raised eyebrows. She turned red.
"I'm turning my sock the other way."
"Well. I just noticed it was the wrong way and the strings were sticking out and it was bugging me. So I changed it. I didn't figure anyone would be watching my feet, Meg."
"Well I wasn't really watching so much as I was looking in that general direction and noticing that you were doing something."
While we were splitting these particular hairs, everyone looked from Amy's feet to their own.
"Hey," Dad said. "One of my socks is inside out too."
We laughed. Ha ha, incompetent Butchers.
I looked down. "Umm."
"You know," Eric said, "how is it that out of 6 Butcher feet, four of them are wearing inside out socks? You'd have better odds if you'd all put them on in the closet."