Classy Chaos

I try not to overwhelm my immediate family with needless tidbits, cute photos and funny things the chickadees said through emails and phone conversations. Because, umm. I have a blog.  A private Facebook page posting needless messages.  And a public Flickr page with a new photo each day for the last three hundred and twenty-nine days.  It's not possible to be more overwhelming than that, in this digital age.

I imagine that my very-good-looking-single brother (he's looking for a smart brunette 18ish-30ish) and soon-to-be-married-without-any-children sister are being bombarded with material only slightly interesting from me, on an every day basis.  Both my sister and brother recently spent some days in our abode. I wanted to talk politics, eager for some adult conversation, they talked about kids. My kids.

"She knew she had to get her wish list in and wasted no time."  My sister laughed.  "Santa peeked through the window only to say HELLO and she screamed I WANT A HORSE FOR CHRISTMAS."  This sent all of us howling in laughter, together.  A random tidbit I would have never otherwised paid much attention to; but, emphasised by my sister.

"You are stubborn."  The very-good-looking-single-brother giggled so much it brought out his adorable dimples.  "Look, she won't even relax her feet and has them permanently fixed to the back of the seats, in the spilt position." Together we turned around to witness the stubborn child, in the back row of the minivan, pushing her feet against the middle row unwilling to be buckled up in her middle row car seat.  Her legs, completely locked in the split position, refusing the gentle teases of a push forward to test her strength and stubbornness.  A completely random situation that would have never happened if my brother and sister, both of whom she admires, weren't sitting in the back row.

"You should take a picture of that."

"Of this?"

"Yeah.  It's so cute."

"Is it?"

"Yes.  It's adorable!  He made a stocking for his stuffed animals.  That's cute."

"I guess it's cute."  He can't sleep without Baby Dog & Blue Mousie and he wanted to represent them, alongside our family stockings.  "That is cute."  I admitted, knowing that I wouldn't have paid much attention to the make-shift stockings created by my son if it wasn't for my sibling emphasizing the cuteness factor.

The love for my siblings grew these last few days at the same rate that my childrens' hearts grew in fondness of them. Speaking on behalf of my children and I, we are thankful for family that opens our eyes to the love that surrounds us never growing bored.  Of daily online updates sprinkled across the web. Now, that is a sure sign of love in this digital age.

PS.  Does this mean I can start another blog filled with funny things the kids said?

PSS. I want to be an Aunt really bad. To return the favor.