Playin' Hoodrat Games in the Park

I'm still playing Auntie at my sister's house near Dallas. We've been making trips all over town, taking Caleb to his doctor's appointment, and cuddling him as much as possible. I tell you that it's very hard to love someone so adorable and helpless. He cuddles on my chest (he likes the soft pillows) and poops every 5 minutes. Who cares what comes out the other end when he's making such cute faces. Even the pictures I took of him at the doctor's office (getting blood drawn) were amazingly cute and pathetic at the same time. I will definitely be spending more time at my sister's playing Aunt. This is something that her boyfriend will enjoy...hah! Well, I take that back...he likes it when I cook.

After some more cleaning of the baby room (because he's not yet spending time in it), my sister and I picked up her boyfriend's kid (he's almost 10--4th grader). We rode bikes to the park to play with some hoodrats before dinner. I'm amazed at how easily he makes friends to play with, but also happy that he is able to do that. This means that I can just supervise and play when I want. Anyway, he was playing hoodrat tag. Um, I mean, Williams' Family Hide-and-Seek. The kids (who were also 9-10) described it as part Marco-Polo, Hide-and-Seek, and Tag. It was quite confusing at first, but they were sure of the rules and explained them to everyone around...even the cute little girl who came over and told me what was going on. They played, but because it was so confusing for everyone else, they eventually quit. Soon, another crop of hoodrats came along and started a whole new game of tag with my soon-to-be step-nephew. At least that game was legit and the rules weren't made by some random family. It was fun to watch the kids who don't know each other play together. They casually ask names, use them during play, and then say goodbye when everyone leaves. It seems much more friendly than any group of adults who randomly meet somewhere.

Seeing how Caleb has changed positions and is now laying on one of my arms, it has become more difficult to type. I'm heading home tomorrow but will plan a trip soon to visit again. I must spoil as often and as much as possible! But, my poor Tiva misses me...and my friend who I cook for on a fairly regular basis.