Sweet Cali Boys

While Mark and the kiddies were napping today (or supposed to be napping. Heath is on Summertime Nap Break apparently), I went to see our niece and her new baby girl. Sweet little 17 hour old baby. Still snuggled into the comfy, cozy fetal position she's been in for so many months. So soft with her teeny-tiny toes and ears.

My nephews are here from San Diego, and Heath is thrilled to have a 9 and 7 year old to climb trees with, and chase and be chased, and generally follow around with glowing admiration. The nephews are sporting even longer hair than Heath, and share his affinity for not wearing shoes or being concerned with askew, januty clothing items. They brought him a diecast red double decker bus. Heath loves it.

They also brought Stella a tiny stuffed dog. She just so happened to be wearing a dress with pockets, just the right size for her new, special PupPup. A delightful feature about having 9 and 7 year old cousins around for Stella is the fact that they don't mind when she pulls their hair. As a matter of fact, not only do they not mind, they find it hilarious. She immediately warmed to them, and was charmed to discover that she had an attentive audience who finds her both cute and funny. When she dumped her macaroni and cheese on her head, and the boys heartily cracked-up, she batted her eyes, nodded her head, and gave an equally hearty chortle.

Heath, always a gracious host, was kind enough to immediately warn them of her various shortcomings. She pulls hair, guys. We don't do that. She throws food. We don't do that. She'll bite. We don't do that. She'll pinch your skin. We don't do that. He also translated for her. She says Apfee. That means Apple Juice. Uh-oh. She just tootied.

The nephews are here all week. Tonight they are spending the night at Papa and HeHe's. Tomorrow night: Whistlestop Road. I better get my sleep now.

But...I've got ice cream to eat and It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia to watch.