unclehood

Both of my nieces are absurdly cute (I'm not counting the 3-month-old yet because babies all look the same to me). They're the kind of blond-haired blue-eyed kids that prompt total strangers to stop their mothers on the street to tell them how beautiful their kid is. And they're really fun to hang out with for an uncle. I love being an uncle. It's like all the perks of being a parent and none of the nasty responsibilities. I get to hang out with my nieces and nephew when they're being fun and adorable, and then hand them off to their parents when they're being snotty little brats. I don't mean to call them brats, because they aren't at all, but lets face it, every kid can be a brat sometimes. Hell, so can I.




My to-do list for the next 12 months:

go to cedar point
snowboard
donate money to kiva.org
use the kayak that i bought after my freshman year of college and only used once
hike some more appalachian trail
visit D.C. and new york
buy a moped
vote for barack obama
start an obscure holiday
build a human powered flying machine for red bull flugtag
write a short story
go sailing again
run a half-marathon, maybe a triathalon