Uncle!

Everytime I turn around there's another uncle. And I'm not complaining. My great uncle Mikey visited from New Orleans because he was here to talk about the food chain of salmon and tiny amoeba shells that no one can see. We played soccer and did our stretches. Uncle Nick is all about the coming and going so sometimes when I wake up from my nap he's there and sometimes he's not. Last night he played the saw for me. (and p.s. to Blogger - why are you tripping on my jpegs all the time now?)