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We ARE those people

You ever see those people that seem like they literally don’t even care if they act crazy with the whole town watching? Yep, that’s my family. There are so many hilarious personalities that when you confine us to a small corner you have to know what’s coming. So the party began last week at the hospital when my sister in law went into labor and we were all in a corner of the hospital waiting room together.

My grandmother and I usually start the party by pretending she is crazy. I usually shout something like ‘Don’t make me come over there and get you!’ to which she responds (while stoming her her foot) ‘I’m not going. I’m not. I’m not. I’m not!’ in front of crowds of people which makes them feel awkward and makes us laugh like crazy.

Then you hear my grandpa complaining about the price of a candy bar in the machine and my nephew asking to see everyone’s belly. My dad and Brooke’s dad usually end up with Collin at some point keeping him occupied while the rest of us people watch. The absolute best place to people watch is the hospital. The ER waiting room is much more entertaining than the labor and delivery waiting room for sure, but both will keep you occupied.

Last time we were in the ER waiting room (my nephew hurt his finger) we witnessed a man barefoot with his legs chained together walk out the front door. At some point I think we said to each other something along the lines of ‘should we tell somebody?’, but we decided the guy probably needed a head start anyway and just let him go.

My grandma likes the sixty cent coffee from the machine, my mom is telling some story that makes us all *face palm* and Brooke’s mom is usually running back and forth keeping everyone updated.

For my nephew’s birth and now my nieces we have gotten pizza, 2 liters, plates, and cups, and pretty much had a pizza party right there by the entrance. Hey, it’s not really a celebration without pizza right? I guess what I’m trying to say is that my family is unapologetically hilarious, wonderful, loving, and always there for each other. I can’t imagine it any other way. Also, welcome to the world baby Hallie. You have many years of laughs ahead with this crew.

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The Perks of being an Aunt

This post is about the little boy who first made me an aunt. His sister should be here any day now, but while he is still an only child I figured I’d share some hilarious stories about my nephew, Collin, mixed with some perks of being an aunt.

Ok, so I’m pretty partial to my nephew. I think he is the most adorable human being on the entire planet, and although I might be a little bias…. it’s true. He’s got the thickest eyebrows and eye lashes and the darkest brown eyes. He’s got the sweetest personality and the biggest heart. Ugh, I could go on about him all day, but that’s not the point of this blog.

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  • So yesterday morning at Huddle House the conversation went something like this (while my brother is handing a kids cup with a plastic lid and straw across the table and Collin is trying to grab it), “Collin be careful and don’t spill th…….”….”Daddy I spilled it.”
  • Then lunch went something like this (again my brother talking to Collin) “don’t wipe your hands on your shorts buddy.” No more than a minute after saying this Collin drops an entire spoon full of spaghetti into his lap. (brother sighs) “Might as well just wipe your hands on your shorts.”

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One of the best parts of being an aunt is that you can sit back and laugh at your sibling experiencing raising a tiny human. Trust me, it is amusing. My brother and sister in law are AMAZING parents, and by that I mean that they not only raise him well, but they also film and take pictures of hilarious things such as the photo below to share……

IMG_0489(When Collin was really small, anytime someone would scare him he would lock up like a fainting goat. Poor kid. Not sure which family member he inherited that from.)

He also has this habit of wanting to see everyone’s belly. He likes for you to lay down, lift your shirt up to show your belly, and then he will lift his shirt to show his belly and lay on top of you. I’m sure there is something to this that comforts him. The whole skin on skin thing with kids is important I hear, but when he asks to see your belly in public (or right after you’ve eaten Mexican food and don’t want to be laid on it’s different.) My dad tells one of the funny experiences like this…. (Collin and my dad eating pears together when Collin pokes him in the belly) “Pa Tom, ‘et me see you belly.” To which Pa Tom responds very dryly, “Sit down and eat your pear kid.”

Being an aunt is the best experience because you don’t have to clean near as much poop, and you still get to spend a ton of time watching them grow up and getting to spoil them. Plus it brings a lot of laughs. There was the time when he jumped in the pool (that was FREEZING, mind you) and said ‘it’s so refweshing and warm’ so someone else would get in, the time that my brother had Collin on his shoulders walking through the woods and my dad (walking behind them) saw Collin pick a booger and rub it in my brother’s hair, and the time my sister in law told me he put two balls up his shirt and called them ‘goobies’. This kid keeps us in stitches.

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As I get ready to become an Aunt x2 I just want to give a big shout out to this boy who started it all. Here’s to many more years of laughs kid.

Love,

Aunt Kayla