It stands for Grammapalooza… or my family reunion which was this past weekend. Like what was popular back in my grandparents day, the more children = the merrier. My grandparents had 12. To any normal person, this may seem like a lot. To me it’s the norm. The best way to describe my mom’s side of the family is like in that movie “My Big Fat Greek Wedding.” Just trade some “Hopas!” for some “Nas drovias!” and some baklava for pieroshkis.
My grandma was the happiest (and most exhausted) I’ve ever seen her. This is the first time since my grandpa’s funeral in ’88 that all 12 children have been together. All but one cousin attended as well.
21 Aunts and Uncles, 27 first cousins and 7 second cousins later, I’d say the weekend was a success. I slept from 10PM until 3PM the next day…
Here are a few pics from the festivities. I figured I’d throw a couple of Trav showing off his paternal instinct (or lack there-of when it comes to any kid still in diapers). Regardless, the older ones loved him. I guess he’ll always be a child at heart.
