Ahhh, my nephews! I loooooove my nephews!! If we lived in the same city, I think my brother would have to start locking the door to keep me out. Noah, the first born, has never liked his photo taken and runs away at the mere sighting of a small black boxy thing. Kyle, on the other hand, he's a ham. Not only does he look at me when the camera comes out, he actually has a knack for giving me about a dozen different dashing looks, a real Steve McQueen with chocolate eyes. This evening, the night before our family's Thanksgiving, we all went over to Mike's man cave for a bit of beer & hanging out. After about a half hour of playing tag in the streets, (and giving me a good workout!) Kyle plops down in his chair and just chills out, listening to the adults shoot the shit over a few drafts, and watches the ball game on the big screen. Kyle will be the first one to hop up to a pop song, raise the roof, and dance around with the biggest, giddy smile on his face... and then he can just as easily shift into this cool as a cat mode, pimpin' his Angry Birds cap and chillin' with the crew. Yeah, my nephews, they are amazing.