Why I am a Fabulous Aunt... and a Lousy House Guest

I am a fabulous aunt because I spent my entire spring break week at my sister's house.


I am a lousy house guest because I spent my entire spring break week at my sister's house.


I am a great aunt because I used my camera to take tons of photographic evidence that shows what a great mommy she turned out to be.

I am a horrible house guest because I took photographic evidence of St. Patrick's Day hair dye hiding behind my neffy-poo's ears long after his post-St.Patrick's Day bath.

I am an above-average aunt because I spent a ton of time playing with the baby and keeping the other kids entertained while Jenny put the baby down for naps.

I am a below-average house guest because I spent the whole week referring to the baby as "it" instead of calling it by its name. Also because I spent quite a lot of time trying to convince others that it looks just like Jack-Jack from The Incredibles. It really does, doesn't it?
I am a pretty darn cool aunt because I read to Ruby...

... and kept reading even after SHE, a three-year-old, kept interrupting ME, a literature teacher, to give me direction on how to read the story.

But I am an obnoxious house guest because I bought an iPOD touch and let the kids watch YouTube videos on it. And may have triggered a tetris addiction one or more of the older boys.

I am a much-loved aunt because my presence in the home was a great excuse to try out every favor at the new cupcake bakery near my sister's house.

I am a barely tolerated house guest because I insist upon filling the children full of Krispy Kremes and other assorted junk food.

I am a rockin' aunt because I helped Ruby make cupcakes.

I am an insurance risk as a house guest because I showed the boys how to roast marshmallows... in the house... with a mini blowtorch.

I am a dream of an aunt becuase I buy things like fairy wings for Princess Ruby.

I am a nightmare houseguest becuase I buy things like giant beetles and scorpions that have been turned into jewelry for the sons of my sister who HATES bugs.

I was going to end on that creepy-crawly note, but now that I am hoping to return to Jenny's home for part of conference weekend, I am rethinking things.

Hmmmmmm.....

Quick, Jenny, quick! Remember the cupcakes! Remember the cupcakes!

And I will see you next weekend!