A Visit!

I don't have lots of pictures of this one, but the first weekend of March my sister came down to visit with her three kids. It was, to say the least, a full house over here! First, I had to get rid of all peanut and egg products, due to life-threatening allergies on the part of my dear nephews... here's to clean cupboards (it had to be done eventually). Among the highlights was the fruit of a request from Anton, a Notre Dame Sports-obsessed 5-year old. He had it in his head to shoot baskets at Notre Dame's basketball court. All seemed hopeless at first, when the young man (read: pimply-faced kid) told us that it was "impossible" for us to even view the court. Barmecide, being the great uncle and smart guy that he is, simply walked us around to another door. We walked by the walls of ND paraphanelia with Anton, who could barely contain his excitement, saying, "LOOK! Notre Dame SOCCER! LOOK! Notre Dame SWIMMING! OOOOOOOOOH, Notre Dame Football! Football! FOOTball! LaCROSS! What's that? Oh, FENCING!" Then we made our way to the court, doubtful we'd be able to do more than catch a glimpse. While we were up in the stands, though, a very nice young woman (read: very nice young woman) asked if the kids would like to shoot baskets! She gave them foam hats and made one kid's dream come true.

The kids also went to the Studebaker Museum, which bored the socks off the older two kids, but which was like a wonderland to Christian, aged 2. He is, shall we say, "into" cars. he kept running around screaming, "COW! WED COW! BOO COW! GO COW!" (that means: Car! Red car! Blue car! Gold car!) if he didn't have a diaper on, he would've left little puddles all over the place, he was so excited.

Along with some rare TV time, the kids all-in-all had a great time. So did we: hosting family, it turns out, is really fun! Thanks for the visit, Dershems!