How can this possibly be? Isn't he still only 14 years old? *sigh* I am starting to feel really old, man.
Uncle Furry was born about a month before I turned nine. I adored him. He was like a real live doll. When he was a baby I loved to rock and snuggle him. I remember grinding up bananas for him in that baby food grinder thingy. I remember feeding him baby food out of jars (and sneaking bites of the fruit.) We shared a room for a couple of years. As a toddler he drove me crazy humming and singing himself to sleep; on the other hand, at bedtime I'd get him out of his crib and play with him instead of going to sleep. When he started kindergarten I was beginning high school -- I remember singing the letter sound songs with him as he learned them.
And now he's all grown up, holding down a job, renting his own place ... and about to get married.
I haven't met my SIL-to-be yet, but I hear only great things about her! She's a brave woman to marry into our crazy family.
|photo courtesy of Uncle Furry|
The bad news is that our Great Bathroom Renovation is now postponed yet again. I figure that since it's Uncle Furry's fault that I have to live with the nasty bathroom for another year, he can just come out here in 2013 and help with the renovation!