It's the strangest thing. It turns out that my baby brother--the one with big, round cheeks and giant dark eyes--grew up tall and thin. With a cool hat and a penchant for making funny poses in pictures.
And he got married. To a girl with an awesome sweater that I covet. (That's the girl and the sweater there on the left. Both adorable. Not blurry in real life.)
And together, they had a baby. A delicious baby. A girl baby who wears lots of adorable pink clothes. And shoes. And swimsuits. Delicious.
And the three of them came to see us this week! And we are having a great time. We are going important places and seeing important things.
When we are not going important places and seeing important things, we are very busy being funny. Boy, are we funny! We drove around the neighborhood with an inflatable shark sticking out of the top of our car. When we drove by pedestrians, we shook the shark in a menacing manner and growled our best shark growls.
If you don't have a baby brother like mine, you should beg your mama to have one for you. You won't regret it.