We celebrated in our now traditional weekend at the farm with Ace's family. Every year, we get a picture of the nephews on our front porch swing. That's Josh, 8, Will, 12, and Jake, 14. Of course, there is a fourth boy this year. Two more years and I don't think they'll fit anymore.
The older boys are in that stage where they look to have grown into new people every time you see them. Also, Ace and I are no longer cool. At least, Ace isn't. Who am I kidding? It doesn't matter that once upon a time I did see Green Day live or that I know all the lyrics to the Nirvana song on their Guitar Hero game--I am old, and therefore lame.Paige got to hold her nephew for only the second time in his life, providing me with free child care all Wednesday afternoon and part of Friday. Huge help. Ace only exists because a seven-year-old Paige complained to her parents that she would never be an aunt. So Ace has now fulfilled his life purpose.
Billy had fun with his cousins, biting noses, babbling, smiling, and blowing bubbles.
Everyone stayed in a hotel in town except for our young dog aficionado, Josh. We had a sleepover. This picture was taken at 11 p.m. Note the box of cookies, Cokes, and bowl of Halloween candy. Josh was working that Pez dispenser as fast as it would go. Worse yet, I'm not even sure he brushed his teeth before bed, because I went to sleep as they were just ramping up. Good times.
