Before my sister left, we took a picture of (most of) the cousins in town. So, check this out… All but one of these kids was sleeping at Pemberley last week:
Which, really… that seems like a lot, but it was only four more people than usual. Thirteen people live here on a daily basis, after all.
Do you ever feel like family visits go too quickly? –Although, I suppose that depends on who is visiting. Ha. Anyway, this visit went much too fast. For the most part, things were pretty low key. We hung out at the house eating and chatting, plus a movie and a fishing trip thrown in for the kids. The highlight was definitely going to meet our new nephew in Seattle.
That’s him up there, the cute red little tot that looks like he is making an important declaration of some sort. Or maybe it is just me.
He is my brother’s first child, and four weeks younger than Lydia. And HUGE. These babies are just about the same size. (He was 9 lbs 7 oz at birth. We make giant babies in my family.). Isn’t he sweet? He was so big and soft. Babies are magic.
As an older sister, it is so neat to watch my younger brothers become fathers. You know how parenthood is… You go from being just a regular old human who knows some stuff, to being completely transformed. While you can acknowledge that other children have a prettiness about them, you are sure your baby is the finest creation in all existence. And you want to stare at them all day. And suddenly, you know nothing, but you can sit and talk about your baby’s unpleasant bodily functions for hours and think you are having the time of your life.
Because your offspring is magically delicious. Like Lucky Charms, only minus all the gross butt tasting pieces.