The Uncle Effect

Something strange happens to my kids whenever an uncle, or uncle figure (yes, I'm talking about you, Luke), steps foot inside our house. They become wild, frenzied, yelping animals who jump all over this poor family member as if he was their last hope for having fun in this lifetime. Unfortunately for the uncle, we have four kids, and these little ruffians don't really understand the concept of personal space or courtesy boundaries. They go to the absolute limit of their animal-like behavior, until the uncle finally mutters, "Ok, I'd better go check on the wife..." And then we don't see him for a good week or two.

Well, Uncle C was the lucky recipient of their wild temperment tonight. He walked in, planned on being all business, so handed over some accounting papers, but little did he know the danger lurking in every corner. It all started innocently enough.

Let's play catch!

Let's play catch with ALL the balls!




Uncle C remains cool, despite the girls yelling, "Hit him in the face! No, hit him in the eyes!"



Uncle C attempts to regain control of the situation.




Check out Cubby's foot, that's a serious kick. And Uncle C is totally prepared....but not for long.

Look who just woke up from their naps!

"Are you guys playing with balls? I love balls."




"I will do anything to get balls."




"You better be ready!"



We have had this ball bin for 3 years now, and J.D. is the only kid to have crawled into it like this. Boys and girls are so different! He has no qualms about commando crawling into just about anywhere, including wire cages.



"I don't really care for balls. Anybody want to play princess?"

"Did somebody say princess?"

Two on one.

Three on one.

What's funny is that Danny and I kept saying, be careful kids. But, we weren't saying be careful with Uncle C, we said, be careful of the glass cabinets! He can take it.

Finally the girls had their fill of balls, so J.D. got to show off his arm.

He loved the one on one time with Uncle C.

Check out that arm! Nice form!

Thanks for the visit, Uncle C.

On a total side note, this is what "Party in the USA" by Miley Cyrus does to my kids:

Table dancing.

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