While we moved into the new digs, Seth stayed at my parents’ house. Over the course of that weekend he tagged along to my dad’s family reunion.

My dad’s side gets together once a year. He has 10 (yes 10!) siblings so I have at least 30 cousins. A lot of my cousins are married and have children as well. The year Seth was born, eight of my cousins were also pregnant. I think there’s at least 60 children in the fourth generation. And there’s still more in utero.

The family is so big we hold the annual gathering in a grade school gymnasium. Yes. A gymnasium. (See. That thing I said a few posts ago about coming from a long line of dangerously fertile German Catholic Farmers is true.)

As you can imagine, these events are like five different circuses under one tent. And its really alot of fun. Throw in some booze and you’ve REALLY got yourself a swingin’ party.

According to my mother, after the first 10 minutes, she and my dad didn’t even see Seth for most of the night. He was hopped up on sugar/adrenaline and bouncing off the walls with the other crazed kids. He always has to be a part of the action.

But at one point, time stood still for young Seth. He saw a sweet little blonde girl with big blue eyes named Molly, (who is five months younger) sitting on a chair. He walked up to her, sat on the chair beside her and said, “Hi, I’m Seth. You have really pretty shoes.”

Apparently, he already knows how to talk to the ladies. And what woman can’t resist a man who appreciates her pretty shoes? He obviously hasn’t been taking advice from his father on that sort of thing. Because if he did, I would never have to worry about the whole birds/bees/abstinence/birth control talk. But it now looks like we’ll need a “you can’t date people you are related to” talk as well.