My younger brother has been able to come down from Logan quite a bit lately & we've had so much fun spending time with him. Mr P is completely smitten with him & it melts my heart. Watching them interact is one of the funniest things I've seen in a long time-- I especially love that my 3 year old totally picks up on his 20-something uncle's humor. Most of the time. Other times I know it's going to come back to bite me....
Lee just graduated from USU & is now debating some options, most of which will probably take him a significant distance from home. While I'm happy for him & excited for the adventures he has yet to undertake, I will be sad to see him go. I want my kids to always know their crazy uncle Lee.
I must have done something nice in the pre-life or something, I don't know, but I cannot believe how blessed I am with the addition of #2. Dang, that kid is cute. And throughout all daylight hours an exemplary baby. The nights are still another story, but the days seem to make me forget... My overactive guilt complex has been flaring up as of late at how few pictures & videos this one has compared with his older brother. I had a memory of one of the Babysitter's Club books (don't judge me, I was very young) where one of the girls (Claudia, maybe??) thinks she was secretly adopted because there are no pictures of her as a baby, & instantly my brain went wild, the camera came out & for a day I was satisfied that I was going to be able to make up for it. I am coming to terms with the fact that I have not done well thus far, but am making yet another commitment to do better. Sorry, little man. If ever a #3 comes along I guess I'll hire someone to follow us around with a camera.
