Merry Christmas
Dec. 24th, 2007 09:31 pmI was a bit worried that Christmas might be like my high school reunion, where I sat back and marveled at how I had nothing in common with those people. But that's not the case here. My cousin and I went for a long walk and talked about life and ourselves; we ate burritoes and shared insights about our parents having been raised by a widow.
Cousin Marcie's oldest daughter, 3-year-old Shay (who I keep wanting to call Shai X( ) reminds me of myself as a child. She's a total pink princess. She refuses to wear pants, and always walks on her tiptoes. When told to do a "funky dance" in a game, she did some graceful sorta-ballet moves. 18 month old Neko (pronounced Nee-ko) is dextrous and will put the cap back on a pen and pick all the money and credit cards out of her grandma's wallet.
Cousin Murray's 3-week old Gwen is small, squooshy and blotchy.
( Gross Stuff )
Cousin Marcie's oldest daughter, 3-year-old Shay (who I keep wanting to call Shai X( ) reminds me of myself as a child. She's a total pink princess. She refuses to wear pants, and always walks on her tiptoes. When told to do a "funky dance" in a game, she did some graceful sorta-ballet moves. 18 month old Neko (pronounced Nee-ko) is dextrous and will put the cap back on a pen and pick all the money and credit cards out of her grandma's wallet.
Cousin Murray's 3-week old Gwen is small, squooshy and blotchy.
( Gross Stuff )