My brother came from Texas this weekend to play at a friend’s anniversary party, and I got to spend a couple hours with him and his girlfriend, Shay. The kids absolutely love them…Grayson takes a bit to warm up to Dylan, but he always comes around. I really wish they lived closer. While they were here, the kids literally attacked them. They had a ponytail holder war, a tickle battle, and once Shay finally passed out from sheer exhaustion, they covered her head with Webkinz.
A stray shot from a ponytail holder into the ceiling fan brought up memories of throwing socks into the fan as kids and watching them fly. These memories brought up flashbacks of several creative ways we used to entertain ourselves as kids. We lived on a dirt road, with no friends close by, so all we had was each other. My being almost 6 years older than Dylan, and 9 1/2 years older than Nicki was a little rough, but we had fun. I remember searching through pea gravel for shells, smashing ‘sand rocks’ into piles of assorted colors, feeding ants to ant lions, and many other forms of self sustaining entertainment.
I also came to the realization that my kids can be quite annoying. K1 becomes unsociable and disappears for like half an hour…playing Lego’s by herself which she has never done before today. K2 acts like she’s never seen another human being outside of our family and tends to attach herself to guests like a leech – hanging on them, talking two inches from their face, ignoring their pleas of ‘Okay, that’s enough‘ and thrusting herself into their personal space just-one-more-time.
T, trying to be grown up, includes herself in every conversation asking nonsense questions and trying to show people things they already know. (She might get the whole jabber box thing from me…just sayin‘.)
G throws things at people rather than handing them the object, in an unsuccessful attempt to stay far enough away from our guests to not be captured and smothered in hugs and kisses.
I, for one, cherish the time I get to spend with my family since they all live so far away.
I would never do things like:
1. Gripe about him arriving too late to attend church with me.
2. Discuss impersonal subjects like iPhone apps, car stereo systems, social networking sites, among other techish topics.
3. Attempt to solicit a sale of a super cool duct tape wallet I recently created.
In all seriousness, we get along quite well. We aren’t super close, but we are closer than many other brothers and sisters I know. We harass each other…he makes comments about my haircut being a ‘fat person’ haircut, and I tease him about looking like a scary girl, but it’s all in fun. Isn’t that what brothers/sisters are for?
Can’t you feel the love?!