I went with my whole family, my husbands and my three kids.
On our way there, as we had anticipated, my son, Tristan, got car-sick. The cab driver was not a smooth driver so it worsened the car-sick. Even I felt a little light-headed during the long journey. Well, it actually took about an hour, but felt like an eternity since we... I haven't traveled that long a distance for a while.
As we arrived the whole flock was almost complete.
The host, my brother , mas Yuli, and his wife, mbak Wiwiek and their brithday daughter, Rara.
My sister, Bunda, with her whole family, Ayah, mas Yoga, and mbak Yogi.
Mbak Pami.
Mas Agus with his wife, mbak Ambar, and their two kids, mbak Ajeng and mas Dimas.
Mas Tedi, mbak Rini, mbak Galuh, and mas Galih arrived few minutes after we did.
Mamah and Papah arrived a little before Maghrib.
My oldest brother, mas Didik didn'come, though.
Well, I do have a big family. Four brothers and three sisters, along with nieces and nephews and even grandchildren. WOW!
There were also mbak Wiwiek's parents.
Well, I just felt happy because we haven't gathered for a long time. Well, at least for my own little family.
It was good to see the people I grew up with. They kept saying I look too thin. Well, I did lose some weight. But, I'm not THAT thin! Not yet! I'm going to go on a diet once I'm not breastfeeding anymore.
Anyway, we went back driven by my brother, mas Agus, in his new three-hundred-million-something Honda CRV. It was nice, but my son managed to throw up once more before falling asleep, exhausted. Poor boy!
We woke later than usual this morning. I guess we're all just too exhausted. But, I'd say we're quite happy.
Here's a picture of mas Dimas and Kiandra:
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