The party

I've been Mr. Putoffski these last few weeks but only on posting. Actually I post, its the part of adding it to the blog that puts me off.
Last I posted was the triple play birthdays, which went off without a hitch. I kept my eye on my Pops knowing any second he would run into a rant about something but he didn't. Maybe her grew up?
Jacks was here with Lori by one hand and Kyle in his other arm, they both know how to work him. He is going to make a great dad some day.
Camen did her baby stealing act this morning. I just so happened to watch her as she decided to grab one of the twins and slide him into the bed with her. I swear she thinks they are her walking/talking dolls. My G talked to Julie about it then she sat Miss Camen down and they had a good long chat. Yeah right G, lets see how long that chat will stick in her head. She loves the attention she gets nabbing the runts. Kyle just shakes his curly head at all of us and says “If dat was me I would be in dat corner dere on the button”. What he means is, Julie sticks a button on the wall and says for him to put his button nose on it and be still. It never lasts more than five minutes but I tell you he doesn't do it again.
Kyle to me is a riot, he makes me think of Jacks and Luke rolled up into one. G says she sees me because he is so stubborn. Bah, me stubborn?
Mom, Luke and myself cooked the lunch for Saturday as G and PG sat and enjoyed themselves with family. We had people from church stopping in and of course the little girls on PG softball teams he loves to watch to pop in, giggling and cooing over the twins. Its good to know you are loved and thought of on your special day.
That night we three brothers sat down on the deck and relaxed a bit. Some curly head brat would bobble out every once in a while but Julie would race and snatch them up so we might be able to catch up in peace. Its not like nearly every day we don't speak or e-mail one another. I guess “in the flesh” kind of conversations are better. Some days I think how I would love to go back a good ten years and start all over and redo some of the crazy antics. Maybe appreciate the times we spent together a little more, instead of feeling like one was a brat or the other bossy.
Luke started the fire in the pit on the deck which not only called every moth on the planet but the youngsters too. We sat out wrapped in blankets watching the flames crackle and pop. While Jacks would run from Kyle to Camen blowing out their flaming marshmallows. Lori would be the graham musher if you desired a Smore.
I looked over and poor PG with his head cranked to the side just about to drop off to sleep. It was very relaxing out there and the guy is about to turn 80 so he has every right to nod off. I love that old guy.