My aunt always likes to tell a story about how, when I was a newborn, they drove down to VA where mat. grandparents lived from mid-NJ and I had the nerve to be asleep when they arrived. Aunt Kath and Aunt Jo were so disappointed to see new baby niece fast asleep in baby chair on top of dining table that they started poking me till I woke up and fussed, then did the "Ooops, she woke up" Cheshire Cat grins.
I thought it hilarious but I'm sure my mother didn't. Though if she really wanted me to sleep around her family (like they say in "My Big Fat Greek Wedding" there were only two volumes in that family, loud and louder) and my dad's siblings, and knew they were coming down to see the first grandbaby, she would have put me in the cradle in the back room, and not the baby seat in the dining room.