Anyway, here are some pictures of 2 of our cutie-pa-tootie nephews when they came to meet the puppy a couple of weeks ago.
One of the coolest things about being the oldest grandchild in a family, like Jordo, is that you have all these great uncles who don't have kids of their own yet to teach you how to do cool stuff. For example, gang signs. Every cool three and a half year old has to know a few, and Jordo is definitely ahead of the learning curve. Despite the time I spent as a substance abuse therapist, I'm still a little rusty on the whole flashing signs business. Luckily for the lil' guy, his uncle Braden keeps him up to speed with all the latest stuff from the hip-hop world:
Cool, huh? Apparently there is a song with some reference to "W's to the moon", and Little J obviously has it down. I'm only a little embarassed that the 3 year old knows more than I do...
This last one is of Husband teaching Carter to growl. Not sure how useful that'll be against Jordan's wigga street knowledge, but it's not bad for someone who doesn't have voluntary control of his limbs yet.