My older brother:

I’ve been talking to Luke the last few nights and days; he’s a riot when he wants to be. I want to steal his oldest child Kyle, not that I wouldn’t take Camen but she’s a little too tiny for me to handle right now.
Luke and his wife have been planning on an addition the family, and NO, I’m not announcing another one on the way just yet, they are talking about it.
Kyle has to be the funniest little guy on the planet and I think he’s 3 now? I can’t keep up with ages anymore, my mind won’t allow it. He is all into football and baseball; I’m pushing for baseball like his uncle Mark. Really, he is into anything “ball”.
Luke said a few days ago the weather was really nice so Julie and the crew marched off to the park, where there was a fountain. Kyle loves to play with bubbles, you can imagine, a little boy, a bottle of bubbles, a fountain. Julie said she turned away for a minute to help Camen out of the sandbox and a flurry of bubbles and foam came rolling at them, Kyle has this look of horror on his face and ran behind her. Julie quickly nabbed up the kids and moved to the other side of the park, laughing all the way.
Camen is into the head shakes and high-fives. You, “Want a cookie?” her – Head shake- You, “Give me some loving” her- coming at you, mouth wide open and drool pouring out. You can’t say no to that now can you? She’s also into tight spots, the last time she came for a visit she found a spot in the great room to hide, that room is pretty big so losing a child isn’t too hard but to have the little rascal pin herself in between a chair and book case and wall makes her even harder to locate.
My brother just like myself is a lover of children. I want about fifteen or more, really I do want a large family like the one I grew up in. Luke was the best of older brothers, we had an even older brother but he didn’t live very long. His name was Matthew.
My parents were into the biblical names Matthew, Luke, Mark ----Jackson? My Mom wanted to name Jacks so she did. They had planned on having more children, after Jacks they couldn’t seem to produce another until Lori, who was an accident. I would have loved to have more siblings to prank, tell on, push around and of course love.
Luke and I have been doing our usual “remember when” stories and as we get older they appear to be more humorous. Maybe in my next posting I can remember some of the more crazier stories that happened with all four of us.