Happy Monday, friends. The girls and I were away this weekend. Well, so was Luau, but he was away somewhere else, so well, yeah. Anyway, being away, I missed wishing all the dads out there a Happy Father’s Day. To those who know that being a Dad means far, far more than being a father, I hope you felt the love.
I don’t have time to write an actual post this morning, but I can’t bear to keep this to myself, so I’m going to have to let the pictures speak for themselves. I kinda think they speak volumes more than I could write anyway.
This weekend, we met my sister’s beautiful newborn son. Technically, she’s my step-sister, but we’ve never been much for technicalities me and her. She is as close to blood as humanly possible and I adore her. And she made me an Aunt, so how about that?
Brooke couldn’t wait to meet the baby. She was going to do Peek-A-Boo, This Little Piggy, and Ugly Pear Lop Ala Kazool. Oh, and read him stories. And she did. Especially the stories. Lots and lots of stories.
At three weeks old, he didn’t seem to notice much, but nor did he mind. He also didn’t mind that no one could convince his big cousin that she is not his inficial (nope, not a misspelling) big sister. He is her cousin, but she is his inficial big sister. Good enough.
So before I end up late to work, here they are.
Katie looking WAY too grown-up for my taste
Ok, you ready for this?
Like really, really ready for this?
Here goes ..
I have no words for this.
Guess it’s good I don’t have time to write. I can’t imagine what I could possibly say.