Aunt Aunt Amy

She doesn't seem old enough to call a "great aunt" although I suppose she is....but if she is "that old" it means I'm only one generation away from "that old" and I'm just not sure how I feel about that. Strike that, I am sure how I feel about that, and it isn't good.

Aunt Amy, who I was named for, happens to be pretty dang cool. She's always making fun things happen with our family, and it's no easy task. If you're ever bored on a Saturday call her, and I can pretty much guarantee that she'll be doing something cool that you've never thought of doing before.

Also she likes to hold the babies. And not for the sake of taking picture, but for "playing with them" purposes.

Thomas: "Hi gramma. Would you like to taste my fist? Too slow! Ha ha ha suckah!!!"
Aunt Amy: "Hey Thomas, what's up?"
Taege: "I bet I can dig a hole through the table with this plastic spoon."

Thomas: "Seriously gramma, you can't have some. I'm eating the whole thing."
Aunt Amy: "Oooh sorry Taege - I didn't mean to neglect you!"
Taege: "Turns out you CAN'T dig a whole through the table with a plastic spoon."

Thomas: "Seriously. Mine. Not sharing."
Aunt Amy: "Hey....it's OK."
Taege: "How will I ever get to China?!?! WAAAAAA!!!!!"