My goodness, what a lot of little boys!
Ted and I drove out to Big Lake tonight to see my family, who were in town in droves. Johnny and his two oldest boys, Jacob who is befreckled and Joshua who is a dead ringer for his daddy (not that Jacob doesn’t look like him, but Joshua looks startlingly like him); Maggie and her three boys, Louis, Derek and Ian, who all have their mommy’s eyes (she appears to still have them too, which is a relief) and also her nephew from the other side of the family, Eric, and Moira Ru with her two boys, Eddie and Calen, as well as Erik (Maggie and Johnny’s brother), and of course Aunt Eileen and Uncle Pete, the parents (and grandparents) of all that lot. *Lots* of family. It was wonderful.
*Lovely* little boys. Eight of them, ranging from two to thirteen, and all of them very pretty kids. And noisy. :) And energetic. And did I mention gorgeous? Because they all are. Derek may be the most beautiful child I’ve ever laid eyes on.
(UH, I MEAN, UH, EXCEPT MY NEPHEW BREIC, OF COURSE! (I don’t know about Seirid, because I haven’t seen a picture of him since he was three days old, HINT HINT HINT.))
Of course, I think Derek’s the one with the devil in him. He was one of the ones they kept trying to get us to take home with us. :)
And in completely other news, Henry has a nice story to tell about an exciting debut novel somebody wrote. :)