Thinking I'm funny may legitimately kill me one day. It would have already if my self-entertainment extended to feats of physical comedy.
Being in Maryland has been lovely. My nephew is so freaking cute, man. It's ridiculous. He talks so much. He's only two, but he always speaks in full, very articulate sentences. He's going to be a freaking smart kid, and he's already a crazy smart toddler. Haha he loves people so much, too. Samples of our conversations:
Brecken: I like your blue eyes!
Kristen: I like your brown eyes!
Brecken: Hahahaha I like my brown eyes, too.
Brecken: Ha Ha Ha Kristen, you're funny!!
Brecken (seriously, not making this up): Kristen, look at the excavators digging in the fields!
Brecken: Oh, I like this book, it's interesting!
He's hilarious. And adorable. And freaking does not listen to me at all, because is well aware that I have no jurisdiction whatsoever. But still. Love him. He likes it when I read things to him, and make up more voices than I knew I was capable of for all of his stuffed animals.
My niece is also adorable. She's just sweet and happy. She's Nate's daughter (Brecken belongs to Dustin, whose wife, Carrie, is pregnant with a little girl) and I'm at Nate's tonight, having spent most of the week with Dustin and Carrie. I get to see Nate's lab at Hopkins tomorrow and I'm sooooo excited.
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