So I am an uncle

I wrote a couple of these posts many moons ago, when the reality of this seemed so far off.  In mid April, my sister released a 10lb 3oz monster into the world.  On July 1st, I finally got to meet him for the first time.  This is Noah.  He's a baby that likes to do baby stuff.  Eat, sleep, poop, spit up, attempt to roll over.  His developing brain still doesn't understand its place in the world, but that's okay, neither does mine.  Eventually, he'll graduate from spitting up on the carpet to tying his shoes.  He'll play golf, cause adolescent trouble, go to college, and have a crush on a girl.  He'll see things we'll never see.  Some day he'll be an old man -- eating, sleeping, pooping, spitting up, attempting to roll over.

Welcome to the world, Noah.

So I'm going to be an uncle: Part 2

Today my sister was informed that she would be having a boy.  I'm suddenly finding myself pondering all sorts of ways to corrupt the child and annoy the parents.  I'm thinking a mini drumset when he turns about two years old.  What else makes lots of noise and/or smells bad?

Congrats to the future parents.  I can't wait to meet this guy.  Ya know, once he's...um...out of the womb.

So I'm going to be an uncle

My sister is a few months along now, and this is an image of my future niece or nephew as carved into a pumpkin by my brother in law.  If you're wondering, that's a thumbs up on the side.  If all else fails, the kid should at least have a sense of humor.

And by the title you probably thought this would be some sappy post about me being an uncle.  Ha!  ...I'll save that for later.