Invasion of the Clan

My father (Jon), stepmom (Sue), sister (Amy), and brother (Little Jon) arrived today from upstate NY. They were all a little worse for wear after getting up at 4am to catch a 5:45am flight, but I couldn't wait to introduce them to Zoe, the newest addition to the family (and the cutest by far). I drove out to Sue's sister's house where they are all staying. Upon arrival, Zoe promptly began crying and was cranky after being passed around from one family member to the next. She then descended into a nursing frenzy and demanded to be fed every half hour. As usual, she went through one change of clothes and 5 diapers (over the course of a 3 hour visit). Zoe also took a liking to her uncle, Little Jon. She whined and cried when anyone else held her, but was quite content to sit on Jon's lap, stare at him, and, well, not cry (she does have a rather limited repertoire and I equate "not cry" with blissful contentment in baby sentiment).