Those are my siblings. The bad uncle in the one in the yellow t-shirt. And that picture is really old.
And while all that was happening, my beautiful baby niece arrived. (I'm a very lucky guy: I now have 8 wonderful nieces and nephews and two adorable adopted nephews.) Sorry, no pictures of humans too young to defend themselves!
Now that the house is someone else's charming abode (sold in June) and we've mostly unpacked our lives into the new apartment, it's time for a long-overdue trip to meet my not-so-baby niece. I just wish I had taken the time when she was born to make the trip - half-painted houses are no excuse for missing out on holding my infant niece...
This blog is supposed to be about love and I write lengthy posts about it all time time. Yet with my own niece, I seem to have completely jumped out of the boat. I let everything in my life crowd out the most important part of life - that love I crow about over and over and over until you just want to vomit. I should have been there when she was born, and I wasn't. Proof, I guess, that ideology is useless without action.
Thankfully, I have a wonderful sister who is married to a wonderful brother-in-law and they are graciously having my bf and I down to visit this weekend. And if I know my sister, there'll be food involved. Very, very good food. Food she might generously just let me fiddle with while my bf hogs my nieces (seriously, he is sickeningly good with kids).
And in between bouts of guilt on the drive down, I hope to carve out a list of recipes to test next week. I foresee a great deal of chicken, possibly some kind of pie, definitely sugar cookies, and likely something involving bread. But 9 hours is a long drive, offering ample opportunity for new whims.