They are such fun! When they were younger they barfed in my car, pooped on me, and taught me patience. I have seen many baseball/soccer games, band concerts, and even a few parades featuring one or more of these (not so)little(anymore) gems. I played barbie, blew bubbles, snuck them candies, and traumatized a few by taking them to see Monster Inc.
They are children that aren't mine but I would still die for them. When they hurt, I hurt, when they laugh I laugh. My children think they are the coolest people ever! The level of excitement when I announce we are seeing them is unmeasurable. The screams can be heard all over the neighbourhood!
They are all getting to be teenagers - my niece went to prom last week - gah! How can she be old enough to go to a prom??? Didn't we just go to Disney on Ice??? One nephew shaved his bieber-esque hair off to raise money for kids with cancer. They are kind, considerate and hard working kids. So I obviously did not infect them with my sarcasm too much.
My nephews favourite pass time is reminding me that I am shorter than them! They put their chins on the top of my head to rub it in! I tease them about wearing too much cologne and am just glad that they still let me hug them. I am no shorty - I am taller than the average female - but I married into a family of freakishly tall men - so almost all the kids are taller than me(not sure if the one niece is still shorter - she may have eaten her Wheaties and shot up a few more inches).
I love them. Just as they are. And I am so thankful that I have them in my life.