Streak intact!

I am the Cal Ripken of not changing baby diapers. 10 years of neices/nephews=0 diapers changed. 3,650+ to Claire's B-day tomorrow. Claire is 10, and as tall as her mom, my sister, the prettiest girl almost in the world. Eh, we slashed our way through the jungle of decisions. She got married. I did not.

Then Tara, then Connor, then Ryan. Ryan is my dna. 18 months old and he acts like a star on a Jonny Knoxville show. Then he bullrushes everyone at the dinner table. Who tames him? He bites. He laughs. He is of my blood! He hugged me with pudding in his mouth. We pushed knuckles. He says, "Uncle PK." Cept it sounds like 'cool peeeeeeee keek.'' I'll take that.