While I was semi-MIA from SC, my best friend (the male one) was here for a few days. You already know that he helped a lot with Halloween, giving little one her first trick-or-treat experience while I trailed behind them with the baby.
He was so good with both of them the whole time...it was a breath of fresh air, in addition to all of the wonderful things that a visit from a longtime friend always brings. Bff told me before he arrived that he wanted to get better acquainted with all things baby/little kid, figuring that whenever he finds his gal, she might eventually appreciate any abilities he picked up there.
Less diaper changes for me to do? You got it, pal! :-D
I think he was still a little nervous around linebacker baby by the end of the journey, but he'd done his share of feeding, changing, etc. like a champ, and both my kids adore him. Little one didn't even need a warm-up period this time - she just climbed straight into his lap as soon as he sat down.
I feel bad for my kids sometimes. They have one uncle and no aunts...but of course, that's only counting biological relatives. In our heart-family, they have at least four more uncles (parties willing, anyway) and at least one awesome aunt who loves them to bits. I think sometimes people define family too narrowly, and then they feel trapped within bloodlines to some degree. Not me. You don't earn a place in someone's family just because you were born into it, although I'm one of those people who takes familial duty of any sort very seriously (so maybe I'm a hypocrite there).
We also spoke of certain things that don't lend themselves to instant messenger discussions very well, and have come to an understanding on some of the things that quaked my soul at one time and still occasionally do. He is, in a very real sense, my mortal moral compass - it's not that he's infallible, but I know I can trust him to kick my butt without breaking me if I screw up along the way. He is a guide, a companion, in many ways the Morkeleb to my Jenny, if that makes sense to you at all.
I felt like a real loser a few hours before he left - I actually choked up (and he's never seen me cry - I do that alone, thanks) when I tried to say something about him leaving and had to stop talking for a moment. It sucks that he lives so far away, but we're already planning a holiday visit around the end of December. :)
Anyway, that's pretty much everything worth telling (and maybe more).



