I quite enjoy my Uncle Lem identity.  I wrote about my Unco Wem Identity once before, but there’s a dark side.  Let me start though by saying that I absolutely love being Unco Wem.  It’s the best.  I get to go home – without them. It’s great.  I get the joy of kids without them living with me.  I’m okay with that for now.

I got to hang out with my nephews and my niece this weekend.  There are some crazy side effects of hanging out with that many kids.  I know you parents are going to just tell me how much I don’t know and how much more difficult it is than I’m about to write – but you chose it and don’t complain.  You have not right too.  Hahahaha.

First of – I’m exhausted.  I look up to you parents.  How do you do it with the constant tired?  Don’t answer – that questions was asked and not meant to be answered.  I can wait to know.

Second – I woke up singing “Barbara Manatee” by Larry the Cucumber.  You parents are rockin the children songs so much that you don’t even know it.

Third – I love being Uncle Lem.  I’m at home.  It’s quiet.  It’s been restful.  I love being Uncle, but I love the fact that I can sit here and just enjoy the memories of the past few days – plus that darn song is still going in my head.