I was robbed last night.
This robbery took place right under my watchful gaze too.
Worst of all was the fact that I smiled and laughed at it.
You see, my niece decided that I didn't really need to eat all of my cheesy bread for dinner last night... so she stole it off of my plate and ate it. She's just lucky that I was so happy to see her I didn't care she was taking my food!
So my brother, sister-in-law, niece, and nephew spent the night last night. They were travelling through on their way to see my parents (I will be joining them tomorrow when I am done my last exam). I haven't seen my niece and nephew since August and I still cannot believe how much they have grown! She will be five shortly here and he just turned three. I got so many cuddles in the short period of time they were here... it was wonderful. My niece and I even had a sleepover. The three of us also had a pretty epic ninja battle in the hallway as they were leaving. It looked like I was going to win until my nephew pulled his deadweight move (he just kind of sprawled out on top of me. I was stuck). After this he used his plastic ninja blade to brush my hair... and my teeth (that was a little odd). My niece then took said blade, held it to my throat in a threatening manner, and then smiled and handed it over to me.
Talk about a lot of excitement for one morning!
While talking with my brother and sister-in-law last night, my niece misheard our conversation. This resulted in her coming over to me and asking, "Auntie, do you have children?" I answered in the negative which resulted in the most commonly asked question among kids: "Why?" I gave her the answer I usually give young children: "Because I'm not married."
Well, she thought this was the most interesting thing ever. She sidled up next to me and with a conspiratorial glint in her eyes whispered in my ear, "But who do you love?"
Is my not-quite five year old niece supposed to be asking her aunt things like that? Is this what I get for allowing her to "read" my copy of Pride and Prejudice before she was a year old on my bathroom floor? Is it because I was introducing her to Audrey Hepburn movies by the time she was a year and a half? Is it because I let her steal my cheesy bread off my plate at dinner last night?
I tried to tell her that I love her. She wasn't buying it but she did let the question drop.
I still smile when I think of the encounter. You see, I love being an auntie. I love having sleep-overs, going down the slide, and playing ninjas with the kids in my life. I love the fact that kids don't just appreciate your imagination, but fully embrace it. I love being woken up in the middle of the night by a little girl who just wants to cuddle. I love waking up in the morning, sneaking down the hallway, and despite my crazy hair and pajamas there was a little guy who smiled big, cried "Auntie!" and ran into my arms for a hug. The same little boy who thought it was fun to sit on my counter and help me make coffee. The same kid who would give me a hug, crawl on my lap, and start stroking my hair (Oi! I am such a sucker for that!).
So is there any deep lesson from this blog? No. Just me acknowledging how I have been so blessed with the family that I have (even if they do steal my food and think it odd that I have no children!).
Such is the life of a Christian single.
This robbery took place right under my watchful gaze too.
Worst of all was the fact that I smiled and laughed at it.
You see, my niece decided that I didn't really need to eat all of my cheesy bread for dinner last night... so she stole it off of my plate and ate it. She's just lucky that I was so happy to see her I didn't care she was taking my food!
So my brother, sister-in-law, niece, and nephew spent the night last night. They were travelling through on their way to see my parents (I will be joining them tomorrow when I am done my last exam). I haven't seen my niece and nephew since August and I still cannot believe how much they have grown! She will be five shortly here and he just turned three. I got so many cuddles in the short period of time they were here... it was wonderful. My niece and I even had a sleepover. The three of us also had a pretty epic ninja battle in the hallway as they were leaving. It looked like I was going to win until my nephew pulled his deadweight move (he just kind of sprawled out on top of me. I was stuck). After this he used his plastic ninja blade to brush my hair... and my teeth (that was a little odd). My niece then took said blade, held it to my throat in a threatening manner, and then smiled and handed it over to me.
Talk about a lot of excitement for one morning!
While talking with my brother and sister-in-law last night, my niece misheard our conversation. This resulted in her coming over to me and asking, "Auntie, do you have children?" I answered in the negative which resulted in the most commonly asked question among kids: "Why?" I gave her the answer I usually give young children: "Because I'm not married."
Well, she thought this was the most interesting thing ever. She sidled up next to me and with a conspiratorial glint in her eyes whispered in my ear, "But who do you love?"
Is my not-quite five year old niece supposed to be asking her aunt things like that? Is this what I get for allowing her to "read" my copy of Pride and Prejudice before she was a year old on my bathroom floor? Is it because I was introducing her to Audrey Hepburn movies by the time she was a year and a half? Is it because I let her steal my cheesy bread off my plate at dinner last night?
I tried to tell her that I love her. She wasn't buying it but she did let the question drop.
I still smile when I think of the encounter. You see, I love being an auntie. I love having sleep-overs, going down the slide, and playing ninjas with the kids in my life. I love the fact that kids don't just appreciate your imagination, but fully embrace it. I love being woken up in the middle of the night by a little girl who just wants to cuddle. I love waking up in the morning, sneaking down the hallway, and despite my crazy hair and pajamas there was a little guy who smiled big, cried "Auntie!" and ran into my arms for a hug. The same little boy who thought it was fun to sit on my counter and help me make coffee. The same kid who would give me a hug, crawl on my lap, and start stroking my hair (Oi! I am such a sucker for that!).
So is there any deep lesson from this blog? No. Just me acknowledging how I have been so blessed with the family that I have (even if they do steal my food and think it odd that I have no children!).
Such is the life of a Christian single.
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