Last week, I acquired my fifth nephew. As Laura pointed out, whenever one of us gets around to having a girl, she will be the most spoiled baby in the world.
We do love our boys, though, and I was quite happy to get to meet baby Z on Saturday. Tim is quite proud that he and his son were the same weight at birth. They seem to have the same personality so far, too- very laid back and easygoing and stoic. This kid never cries, to his parents' joy. He also wouldn't open his eyes for me, but I'm sure we'll have time to get to know each other.
I ended up spending Saturday night at the homestead instead of driving back to Salt Lake, and both T and K decided they wanted to have a sleepover with me. The only problem with that was that I was staying in a room with two twin beds. In my mind, that meant that one of the boys would be sleeping on the floor. I sat them down and pointed out that there were only two beds, and K piped up, "you can sleep in my bed." Which, I suppose, was very generous of him. I didn't have the heart to ask him to sleep on the floor after that. By about 5 AM, I was very tired of being squashed in half of a twin bed, though, so *I* ended up sleeping on the floor. Looking back, I have no idea why I didn't go into Laura's room, since she was gone, or find a couch or something.
By Sunday evening, K was definitely wound up. After doing some silly and annoying things, I hunted him down in Dad's closet and asked him if he'd like to go outside to run around. We ended up running races across the length of the backyard. T came out and wanted to join in. K had been having me give him head starts, but when T came out, he suggested that I should get the head start. Bemused, I asked him why. "Well," he replied, "I noticed that you're not a very fast runner."
At that point, I decided that I was doing too good of a job of letting them win, and so for the next race, I booked it across the lawn and easily beat the eight year old and the five year old. Then they both stripped all the flowers they could reach off the Rose of Sharon and gave them all to me. Maybe I'm still single because no man has showered as much love and attention on me as my nephews have. Hm.