BA!

No, not a sheep! We don't get to spend nearly enough time with Uncle Bob (UB), or BA as Reagan calls him. He was in town this past week to take care of some issues going on with my Grandpa and we got to see him for a couple of hours. The kids haven't seen him since their birthday party in May, so I kept talking about him last week in hopes that Nolan wouldn't have his "stranger" anxiety working in overdrive when he arrived. When UB got here, Reagan warmed up quickly, as usual, and Nolan soon followed. Reagan brought him books to read and soon everyone was on the couch reading Hola, Jalapeno! UB was craving some Lake Erie perch so we headed to our favorite lunch/dinner spot, Trader Jacks, on the river. Nolan's girlfriend was our server so he was preoccupied with impressing her. Reagan and UB sat next to each other so he got to help her eat her lunch and bond with her. They behaved as they usually do in a restaurant, very well. The next morning Reagan woke up and the first thing she said was "Ba?" No honey, no Ba today. Guess Reagan will be following in her Mommy's footsteps and spending lots of time in Dallas someday with "Ba." I talked to UB on Friday night. He told me he was very impressed with the kids and that I am "an excellent mother and doing a good job with them." You know what, I am an excellent mother [Bill adds: we all know it's the truth.]. I think I do a darn good job with these kids. At least I try my best. It sure was nice to hear it.