The whole flippin' world is pregnant

As I've noted before, my wife will be giving birth to the final installment of T-boneFiletFamily v 1.0X in December (Kiddo v 2.0 will be it, as we're taking double-countermeasures to ensure that fact). This is a SUPRISE! baby, not to be confused with a Mistake-Baby. In my mind, no baby is a mistake (some parents may be, however). Because the Petite Filet hasn't had a hit song in years and there have been false rumors in the tabloids that our marriage is on the rocks, she is planning to pose nude and preggers on the cover of a national magazine. Yeah, that makes lots of sense. I thank my lucky starts that I married a woman who has class and good sense enough to be normal.

Oops! She Did It Again!

And that brings me to my sister, who on her birthday this week discovered that she is pregnant with her third child (none of them were planned). The kid will be a blessing when he or she arrives sometime next spring, but it will be a financial struggle for her and her husband. It will tax their little house, their little cars, their little income, etc. The sitauation makes me a little sad, mostly because everyone has potential to do other things with themselves. There they are, living in the same town in which they grew up, minutes from both sets of parents (I won't go into this; it's not pretty). But as long as it makes them happy, then nothing I think or say matters at all.

I can tell you that from experience, being an uncle is similar to being a grandparent in that I can play with my nephews, throw them up in the air and pass them to their parents if they crap their pants or run 90 mph into a brick wall. Plus, I'm still sort of young so they don't wear me out like they do grandma and grandpa. My sister's third biscuit will be either my third nephew or my first niece. The more the merrier as far as I'm concerned. As long as they know they aren't ever ever moving in with us, all will be well.