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."

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.