I'm in Chicago.
I may have forgotten to mention that...even to CountryGirl.
My bad.
So here I sit, by the pool, watching niece (7) and nephew (5) flopping around like catfish, and eyeballing the new little squib nephew (3 weeks)...of whom I am deathly afraid. But he doesn't scream when I hold him - he's the first, so that automatically makes him my favorite.
Mommas aren't supposed to have favorites, but Aunties can.
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And Chicago? I'm glad you didn't mention it or I'd have been pissed. Instead, I'm just bitter. :)