So, my sister is about to pop. Weâ€™re talking Ã¼ber-pregnant with their second kid. She is actually scheduled for ye olde dash and grab method (c-section) this Friday. Of course, this makes me â€œUncle Jasonâ€ yet again.
Actually, Iâ€™ve been â€œUncle Jasonâ€ for a while now. Not just starting with Zach, who was their first (now 3.5 years old) either.
See, â€œUncle Jasonâ€ has been around for many many years. It started with little Marcus Allen Dreps, the son of by buddy Mike. Born sometime around the mid 90â€™s. I was â€œUncledâ€ again when my buddy John and his wife had little Jason Peaslee (yes, named after meâ€¦ how cool is that?) around the same time (then followed by Tristan and Tanner). The trend continued through my friend Georgeâ€™s kids Catie (4) and Jack (1).
There were even a niece and nephew by marriage in there for a few years, but letâ€™s just move on.
Somewhere along the line, something interesting happened. I used to feel super awkward around kids. Never knowing what to do. Thus, I would avoid the situations. â€œWanna hold the baby?â€ someone would ask. â€œUhhhâ€¦ no thanksâ€ I would reply. However, through more exposure I became more and more comfortable around the wee tykes. I would say Iâ€™ve built up my tolerance levels quite a bit from where they were. Now, mind you, Iâ€™m not about to start babysitting or anything like that. But, I am good for moderate stretches.
When Zach came along, and I was finally officially legitimized as Uncle Jason by blood. Gee, that sounds kinda grossâ€¦ like some sort of ritual involving sun-god robes and the still beating heart of a goatâ€¦ Anyway, I digress.
Watching all these little ones grow is quite an amazing thing. Iâ€™m flabbergasted to see the beginnings of personalities. To watch them learn. Absorb. Just fascinating stuff.
Now, weâ€™re (I say “we’re” like I’m involved somehow…) about to add another. It is really quite exciting. Lemme tell you, I never thought Iâ€™d be thinking that.
Imagine how geeked out I will be when the day comes for me to welcome the fruit of my own loins into the world. I canâ€™t ponder that too hard or it will make my head asplode.
So, good luck on Friday Kim. Weâ€™ll be thinkin about youâ€¦ and number 2.