I Am an Aunt… My kids have a cousin…

Ok, so my kids have two cousins already on their dad’s side, but none on my side.

In fact, I’m actually shocked that I get to even write that I am an aunt and that my kids have cousins because I never in a million years thought that my brother would have children, but that wife of his, God love her, she deserves to be nominated for Sainthood.

She’s done him a lot of good and she’s birthed me a nephew, much to my father’s joy so that the family name will be carried on.

John Clayton Moore was born this afternoon at 2:33p weighing in at 7 lbs 12 oz and 20.5″ long.  Height runs in my family, so hopefully, he’ll be on the tall side too.

Now here’s where it gets confusing.  John is a family name.  We have John Thomas (my grandfather who’s passed away), John Scott (my father), John Robert (my brother) and now John Clayton (my nephew…duh.)

And those are only the John’s that I can remember.  I think John Clayton is the eight John Moore in the line.  I’m not sure.  I don’t keep up with it all that well, but it’s important to my dad, therefore, I try to keep abreast of the basics.

Living at home with two John Moore’s was not always easy.

As my brother got older and friends would call, those that had hit puberty and had deeper voices would ask for John and we would have to ask if they wanted “Big John” or “Little John” even though “Little John” is  now taller than my father and really not all that little anymore.

Sometime, over the last 10 years my brother went from being “Little John” to “Johnny”.  If we would’ve called him Johnny, we would’ve been shot, but I’m pretty sure his wife has something to do with that, too, however Johnny is what we call him.

So now we have a “Big John”, a “Johnny” and I guess a “Little Johnny”.

Which I love calling him “Little Johnny” because, as I stated earlier, this child will be, I know, the epitome of the Little Johnny jokes.

I know this because there was a time that my brother looked at me and said, “Mom put the curse on us.  The one in which she said that she hopes our children are three times as bad as we were.  And I see your kids and if your kids are like that, then I’m never having kids.”

Now, in all actuality, if we’re basing this curse solely on how we behaved as children, inside our parents homes, for 18 years, then I think that Johnny (my brother) will be alright.  I was WAY worse than he was and I know that the curse is alive and well within my household.

Her name is Samara.    (But God, do I love that child.)

Anywho, the whole confusing thing with the name?

It all started because I wasn’t sure how to write “Johnny says the baby is fine.  He’s got a cone head and long fingernails.” But I guess that wouldn’t confuse you because Little Johnny can’t talk yet and if it were Big John saying it I would’ve said “My Dad” and so really, all I’ve done is confuse the snot out of me and you.

Mom, Dad, and Baby are doing just fine.  She’s been up for 28 hours straight so I”m sure she’s going to try to sleep, so I’ll call tomorrow.

My mom said that she would send pictures soon.  I will share when I get them. 

After I make sure that I ask my brother’s permission to share.  He’s a police officer and not as “let’s put it all out there on the internet” like I am.

Now, the question is…

When do I get to MEET my nephew?  Sometimes, having a brother that lives 12 hours away sucks.

And just like I said I never thought I would have a niece or nephew?  I never thought I would say that either.

Until next time…

The proud Aunt…