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As we age, I like my little brothers more and more.  Considering that for a while I would routinely say and believe that they were the best thing I'd done with my life, that's quite a bit.   

 

One of my nephews will occasionally break into pop songs, but since he's 4, he doesn't really have the words down and so it will be gibberish, gibberish "kiss myself so pretty".  He's also at a point in life when he loves giving hugs which melts my heart.   

 

We went out to Fancy Suburb for my mother's birthday party/mother's day thing.  Earlier in the week I had texted my little brothers the phrase "two words: design toscano" and they found the worst thing they could.  Sadly, I had not gotten my mother a sculpture of bigfoot carrying around gnomes.

 

It's possible once I have a proper back yard I may get some awful or improbable lawn ornaments.  Though they'll have to be Nonsense-proof, which is probably a pretty high bar.   I think we'll definitely be those people in the Less FancySuburb  (LFS)  who have a conspicuous rainbow on our car, if not our house.   

 

Mech, the little brother whose house we'll be buying was talking abotu wanting to get out of his house because there were highschoolers drag racing pickup trucks.  I did not remind/inform them that I'd been one of those teenagers.  Not that I drove the pickup trucks, but I thought the quartermile out at the undeveloped end of the housing development a legit place to be entertained.  

 

I've mostly trained Tank to run at me and give me tackle hugs, and I am getting so good at bracing my core.  My back still hurts on a fairly regularly basis, but it's usually posture-related because I haven't managed to find a good way to put Spark to sleep that doesn't involve sort of curling around her (she is already half my height, and she's still shy of two) not because I've lifted wrong.