I don't get to see my nephews much anymore every since I moved from Atlanta to Lake City. I get to see them maybe twice a year and even then my younger nephew Nick is usually sleep so it doesn't really count. Seeing a family member sleep is like looking at a picture of them. A snoring, drooling, incoherently mumbling picture.
I have two nephews and I love them to death. They are
only people in my family that are younger than me. All my other family members were already alive when I was born. I has been a thrilling experience to watch my nephews grow through different stages of life. Of course, some stages are more thrilling than others.
The early baby stages were not very thrilling. All my nephews did as babies was sleep and cry. At least thats way it seemed to me. I'm sure they also ate and pooped, but whenever possible I was far away during these periods. I learned very quickly that when it comes to sheer grossness (if that's a real word) watching a 1-year old eat is rivaled only mammal childbirth and maybe that episode of Fear Factor where they ate blended sewer rat. I've seen pictures on Rotten.com that turned my stomach less. And we won't even start on pooping.
Once my nephews started talking I was able to get along with them better. My younger nephew, Nick, who is three, can now speak fairly well. Last time I saw him he could say a few words. Now he has a whole vocabulary. It's quite astoinishing to hear him say something like "Uncle Tim I want to play train game" in perfect english. Last year he would have just grunted and pointed somewhere in general direction of computer. He also sings. My Dad tried to get him to sing 'I've been working on Railroad'. He preferred Fat Joe's'Lean Back'.
