My brother came to visit last week. We’ve missed him.
We love Uncle Jay because he’s funny and goofy.
He thinks he’s funny too.
We’ve either lived with him or within 2 miles of him for more than ten years, and it stinks that we’re now four hundred miles away. And that I had to work when he was here this week.
That said, here are a few reasons why we’re glad he came:
1. We know it’s not good for him but we ate some greasy food:
For example, this morning I cooked up some bacon, and then….
I fried some eggs in the bacon fat.
Rodney also made chicken wings a couple of times. I didn’t take any pictures, except this, the morning after:
Speaking of oil, I visited our local wastewater treatment plant when we first moved to Bend (school field trip). Did you know one of their biggest issues is people pouring grease down the kitchen drain? So save your coffee cans or the plastic bottles that oil comes in, pour in your old greasy oily gunk, and throw the container in your garbage. By the way, there are some benefits to being a wastewater expert: our guide once fished out $100 from the detritus.
2. We played family bingo and I laughed so hard I thought I would pee my pants when “man-of-few-words” Poppy had a few choice and well-timed words about Rodney’s bingo-calling skills.
Uncle Jay started the bingo tradition a few years ago, and it’s been a hit ever since. He’s a big, goofy teddy bear. Anyway, he showed up one Christmas with a bingo set and a bunch of wrapped presents as prizes. He’s awesome–and his new tradition was a hit.
It turns out a little bit of research has been done on family traditions: they build strong relations between generations, and give young people a sense of security and continuity, as well as great memories (such as when mom almost peed her pants the year Poppy called Daddy an ass). Not earth shattering news really, but affirmative nonetheless. And fun.
3. We all miss Uncle Jay, including Miss Devon.
I’m glad she got to hang out with him. She, Rodney, and Uncle Jay went to the local go-kart track yesterday. Apparently Uncle Jay won–so I’m also glad that he beat Rodney 😉
Devon loves Uncle Jay because he lets her make him pretty:
Making Uncle Jay pretty.
He’s always happy to go at her pace and do what she wants to do:
He lets her mess with him:
Poke. Poke. Poke.
And he’s super comfy to sit on:
Ahhhh, we’re so pooped… and comfy.
I love Uncle Jay for pretty much the same reasons.
Me with Uncle Jay, who is rocking the tongue swagger.
We love you Uncle Jay. And we need more recent photos!
By Tracey March