I was chatting on the phone with my brother (Seth) last week and he gave the phone to my 2-year-old niece. The conversation went something like this:
Seth: Say hi to aunt Rachel.
Seth: Can you say hi?
Me: Hi honey. How are you?
Seth: Can you tell aunt Rachel what a lion says?
I’ll take what I can get. Read the rest of this entry
Have I mentioned before that I love being an aunt? Well, I love being an aunt.
My niece just recently turned two. It’s incredible to get to see her grow up and to see my brother grow into a parent. He talks like a dad. This weekend, my husband and my brother were talking about something and my brother was extolling the safety features of a product and how they keep children safe.
I’m not used to hearing complete sentences from my niece yet, so when she carried a square plastic block that had colored gel inside of it and very succinctly asked, “What is this? Is it a rock?” Not only was I amazed by the complexity of her request, I fumbled for an accurate answer because I don’t know what those are called (I couldn’t even Google the proper combination of words to find you all a picture!). I’ve only really exercised my aunthood with this niece, D. I held her when she wasn’t even 24 hours old. Before that, I oohed and aahed over her ultrasound pictures, but confessed that I believed my brother and sister-in-law would be having a turtle. I have actually gifted D with two toy turtles, there may be more in her future.
Some perks of being an aunt include Read the rest of this entry