I just spent an evening with my neice, Lilly Grace. At two-and-a-half years old, she jabbers as much as any full grown woman that I know.
All of the sudden it hit me. It's amazing how much I love this girl. Seriously. Most other children that would have spent an hour showing me all their toys, I would have gotten bored and left. But I couldn't get enough! I just kept asking her more questions and she just kept answering them...she's talky for sure. My brother said that the day before I was there, she was laying in her bed, before her nap, saying, "Uncle Pat is coming tomorrow," over and over. Of course, I get there, and the first thing she says is, "where's Granna?" Kids.
Also, my sister-in-law is pregnant with their second, a boy. John asked LillyGrace what she wanted to name the new baby, and she, of course, said, "frog." So, the new baby's name is Frog. So be it.
I just spent the fourth of July weekend with my mother, which was cool. More about that later. Also, my roommate Matt and my friend Ju Mi just got back from the Phillipines. Matt brought me a fricking butterfly knife. I almost peed a little bit.
Well, bedtime. Happy 229th, America. You aren't aging gracefully, but I still love ya.
Ps...I decided that the name of my blog isn't the 'desert island' thing anymore. Did you notice? Observant, no?