Aunts and Uncles and Tootsies, Oh My!

Hey, remember when I used to post entries, like, every day? Yeah, me either.

Anyway.

Alex got to meet his Uncle Ty and Aunt Naho this weekend. For those of you out of the loop, Ty is my brother and Naho is his wife. They are way cooler than the Mr. and me in that they have uber sweet jobs as writers in New York City. Seriously. They are writers in New York City. As in, they work in Manhattan and their work appears in magazines and stuff and they live in a little bitty, yet amazing apartment in a cool little neighborhood in Brooklyn.

They brought Al some great presents, including an airplane that attaches to his spoon,

some non-matching matching socks (Do they make these in adult sizes, because I want some, too!),

aaaaaannnnnd, oodles of great books. Golden Books rock, you know.

So does The Little Prince.


And books about farting. I know he's going to love this book the most, because the boy is a gas champ.

It was great to see them, and I think they were a little bit awestruck over a human being as small as our Lil' Al. They both held him, but only after we made them the very same promise that I made my mom when she first bought a computer years ago: You won't break the thing. Really, you won't.

Oh, and one more thing. Well, actually, two things:

MORE TOOTSIES!!!