Twenty Two

I mentioned to a co-worker the other day that the 22nd nephew/niece of mine is going to be born later on this year.

He thought I was lying. So I showed him the reunion photo I keep at my desk.

He then thought my parents were crazy.

But I thought of all the stories I have of my nieces and nephews - and how I can shamelessly use this blog to illustrate how
incredible
unique
beautiful
handsome
hilarious
sensitive
intelligent
they all are.

Story: Just this morning, I ran with Elizabeth ("Emergency Room" - bwahahahaha) and when we returned, I felt like some entertainment. So I sat on her couch and watched her children.

Cameron ran outside, barefoot, grabbed a stick (how come boys can ALWAYS find sticks?), climbed atop a big pile of dirt, and proceeded to survey his land. Dig, dig, dig. Pause. Survey. Yell, yell, yell. Pause. Dig. Pause. Swing, swing, swing of the stick.

I was mesmerized.


Natalie vacuumed the entire downstairs by herself - in nice, even, straight lines. I love straight vacuum lines. She even managed to pick up the fruit snacks wrapper I threw on the floor in her path.

I want her to come vacuum my apartment.


Ella showed me her new shoes - shiny, silver flats. I told her I have ones just like them. I did forget to tell her that I hung her note she gave me two days earlier at my desk at work:

JUWANA - You are a grat ant. Love - Ella

I want cards from her on a weekly basis.


Avery teetered toward me on her tiny toes. However, at one point, she became so excited with her new skill, she toppled backwards. But she still laughed - with two teeth showing - and got back up.

I want her to take me on a walk someday.


That is four nieces/nephews down.
Eighteen more to go. I love them.
All.