Back To Normality

Okay, after being pulled in every direction possible, I pulled the most important part of me and I'm now sitting in front of my laptop. Not my trusty laptop which stopped working on me about three weeks ago, but a temporary replacement laptop (although by temporary I mean I'm not satisfied with this purchase, but it's too expensive to just use it as a temporary fix, so has to be permanent and by permanent, I mean until it decides to lose it on me). I'm still not use to this Vista thing--which asks permission to do everything. I'm surprised it allows me to turn it on without asking me for permission to continue turning on.

Between all my family that came down for an Easter reunion (cousins and siblings) there were 17 young-uns who were born from either my siblings or my cousins, all between the ages of 3 mos to 16 years old. There was a 3 mos (1 baby girl), 16 months (two boys born 5 days apart), 3 years old (a pair of twin girls and another girl), 2 four year old(one boy and one girl), a five year old girl, a seven year old boy, two nine year old girls, two 10 year old boys, a 13 year old boy, a 15 year old girl and a 16 year old who thinks he's a grown up man. Lots of children, lots of noise. But I think we grown ups made more noise they all of them put together. That genealogy made me quite dizzy.

The sixteen year old son of my cousin is really cool. I wish I had his personality in high school. I would definitely had a life and probably more to write about on this blog rather than the drivel I make you guys suffer. And the younger kids are so cute. However, it doesn't mean I want any of my own. For the most part after a few hours with them, I was ready for a nap. Come to think of it, while playing with them, I probably drank a couple gallons of Sobe Throttle Energy Drinks and several Red Bulls. I needed the energy.

So this was my last week and a half. I entertained these rug rats. I'm getting exhausted thinking about what to write. The thoughts of chasing them around has brought back vivid memories. I'll write little tidbits every now and then on my experience as the fun uncle.

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