It's hard to believe Uncle Jeff has only been in our lives for a little over a year. When Aunt Shannon brought him home after Christmas, we all held our breath. Every other introduction of friends had been a disaster, filled with scowls and tears. Mr. Jeff was welcomed with open arms, and by January Issa dubbed him Uncle Jeff, and he didn't flinch. He is patient and kind with both of the kids, willing to be a jungle gym, a playmate, and a role model. (And...he treats my sister like a princess.) For all of that, I will be eternally grateful...and I see a lot more Angry Birds in my future.
This blog won't capture the major milestones of life. Instead, this is the place where I hope to capture the little day to day realities of life...the little things that I want to remember when the little handprints have faded away.
Friday, January 6, 2012
The Happiest Angry Birds
As part of the whole burn debacle, we realized we were dangerously low on bandaids and completely out of fancy ones. Issa proclaimed it tragic, so when she and I headed to the grocery store we decided to remedy the situation. I told her she could choose a box for herself and one for her brother. After discovering there is no such thing as Thomas bandaids, she opted for Scooby Doo for Evan, but she chose these for herself:
Angry Birds. Uncle Jeff introduced her to Angry Birds at Thanksgiving, and she has proclaimed it "their thing."
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