We enjoyed spending the Thanksgiving weekend with my side of the family this year, and the highlight (my sister’s killer turkey edged in as a close second) was spending a ton of time with my littlest niece. All weekend long she kept reaching out her arms for me to pick her up as I was clearly the favorite adult in the room.
Now pick yourself up off the floor because I know you’re all thinking I’m the least child-friendly person you’ve ever met. But I’m telling you the truth here, this little nugget did not want to sit on anyone else’s lap ALL WEEKEND LONG!
Naturally, I was in hog heaven and was becoming, I’ll admit, a bit cocky about the situation. On more than one occasion I made snarky remarks to my poor mother (who can’t even pick up her grandchildren because she’s recovering from a broken collarbone) about how quickly I had become the favorite adult.
As is the way my luck works, there are NO photos of my niece and I snuggling where she actually looks pleased. I suppose it serves me right that she’s all “Can someone tell this wacky woman to please put me down?”
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December 9th, 2008 at 12:36 am
She does look a little non-plussed about the whole thing.
But your hair! It has grown! So much!
December 10th, 2008 at 10:50 am
I agree! Your hair looks fabulous!
As for your niece, she sounds a lot like Rachel’s youngest daughter — she adores me, but I can’t for the life of me figure out why. Maybe it’s ’cause we’re both Scorps.
December 10th, 2008 at 12:10 pm
i’m pretending the hair isn’t there so i don’t chop it off.