We loaded up the battle wagon and went east across the mountains for an early Christmas party at the in-laws.
On the plus side, we got to see everybody, and Quinn scored some epic loot from the rest of the family. They were all amazed at how much he has grown since they saw him last. We had the traditional family Christmas-and-Robin's-mom's-birthday dinner, lobster and steak with half a hundred side dishes.
On the minus side, Quinn didn't want to go to sleep with all the unfamiliar sounds in the house (and the noise coming from the other grandkids, who sounded like they were throwing bowling balls around downstairs), and he kept us up until 2AM. I couldn't put him back in his crib, because he would have screamed the house down and disturbed his infant cousins two rooms over, and letting him stay in bed with us did not make him want to sleep either.
At 2AM, I finally threw in the towel, and we all got dressed to load up the battle wagon again to head back home while I was still awake enough to get us across the mountains again. We got home at 4:30AM, Quinn being awake in the car seat the whole time, and everybody's sleep schedule got messed up severely.
Today, we're just hanging around the house for an uneventful holiday, and that's a-ok with me.