Chocolate Joy

I need to think about something that gives me joy. Something that makes me feel happy from the bottom up. The thought of my nephew Trey J has the ability to distract me - and make me smile.

As I think about him and the silly things his five year old mind conjures up, I laugh out loud.

He has stepped his cursing game up. He used to say, "What the?!?" He has recently upgraded to "What the heck?!?" and "For crying out loud!". He has countless snappy comebacks and retorts that he's picked up from cartoons. But the funny thing is he doesn't really know what they mean or when he's supposed to use them. So when he didn't want to share a toy with his baby brother, he said, "I wish I would stop mooching off of people!" LOL What the?!?

I wonder why Trey J has such a spell over me? It could be because I see him as the son I'll never have. He's chocolate and such a sweetie, just the type of son I would choose for myself, if I could choose one. Or, it could be his resemblance to his mother when she was a little girl. Maybe I see some of her in him. I am 8 years older than my sister, and I doted on her.

He loves me to pieces too. He likes to hug me with his long thin lanky arms and he tells me he loves me constantly. When I visit he insists on sleeping with me every night. The last time I was at home I turned him upside down and played him like a guitar along with Prince. (Super Bowl, Purple Rain, unforgettable) He loved that. When I send him gifts or write about him he tells my sister, "I like Nanny." I love that.

While I'm away I have to beg Trey J to talk to me on the phone. His interest is hard to keep 900 miles away. I ask him why he doesn't want to talk to me and he feigns a headache. I tell him he's a FAKER! He just laughs and hands the phone off.

I don't know what it is about him - but he's my special. My chocolate joy.

Ode to JJJB

I call him Papa. I don't remember how I started calling him that, but he likes it, so I call him papa. His skin is the color of sweet dark chocolate. He has beautiful brown eyes that smile and dance when he's happy. Those same brown eyes look somehow deeper set and sad when he is sleepy. He imagines himself a buff body builder when in fact his frame is slender and wiry.

He can get anything he wants from me. He rules me completely. He knows I live to see him smile and he takes full advantage of it.

He has four names, more names than anyone else I know. And still with all his names I call him Papa.

Dookie Shot

Okay this is how you know what a punk I am for my nephew. We'll call him Trey-J (He has three names beginning with the letter J). There are only four grandchildren in our immediate family and he is the only boy. He is 4 years old and I would do anything for him. I just love me some him. He, on th other hand only talks to me when he feels like it, or wants something. My sister emailed me some pictures she'd shot of the kids. So I'm going through them while we are on the phone. She says to me, "Do you see anything odd yet?" I say, "No not yet".......then I get to it. It looks like some kind of odd thing in water. I say what is this? It looks like pooh...... It was pooh. And I was happy to see it.

Let me explain. The other day my sister and I were talking on the phone and she was amazed by the size of Trey-J's poop. (He's very skinny, where does it all fit ?) She said she should take a picture of it. I didn't think much of it. But upon seeing it I have to tell you it was huge! And it made me feel like I was home. Close enough to share in the pooh-pooh adventures of my Trey-J. I have to tell you I'm not interested in viewing anyone else's shit. So don't send me any turd shots.