We headed off to Brooklyn in the late afternoon/early evening to congratulate the newlyweds. We got there a wee bit more than what would’ve been considered fashionably late thanks to construction on the Brooklyn Bridge, and were immediately rushed to the front of the restaurant to partake in the traditional Chinese tea ceremony. Big sister K met BW, her cousin once removed, and the two of them put on quite a show on the dance floor. BW kept running after big sister K to hug her. My little girl, not used to all the affection from a 19 month old, just kept squirming as she tried to pry BW’s tiny fingers off of her. (I caught a video of big sister K dancing Gangnam style, but had trouble uploading it onto blogger.)
Sunday meant a chance to relax as we went to church at CCOB in Old Bridge instead of trekking out to NY two days in a row. We took big sister K and baby M for their flu shots in the early afternoon. Prior to leaving, I gave a pep talk to big sister K so that she’d know what to expect and wouldn’t get scared. Little did I know what wonders that little pep talk would do; big sister K got so excited about getting the shot that I almost had to calm her down. At the doctor’s office, she pulled up the sleeve of her shirt and practically shoved her arm into the nurse’s face for her shot, all done with a huge grin on her face. Afterwards, I asked if it hurt. Big sister K said no, then immediately asked for a sticker. Baby M wasn’t as thrilled about getting a needle stuck in his thigh (can’t say I blame him), but stopped complaining by the time we got to the car.
