Life Without Fraser . . .

Posted on June 12th, 2006 by gail helen.
Categories: Relationships, Personal.

I know I haven’t posted very much, despite the triumphant declaration of my return to blogging. I’ve just been so busy with work and hanging out with my best friend, a toddler with an M&M addiction and a fetish for tummies. My nephew was away with his parents for the weekend, leaving me bereft of the sunshine and puppies feeling he always inspires in me, even when he is defecating in public or lobbing plastic zebras at my head. I have more fun with him than I ever did in college, and somehow his endless prattle about dinosaurs going to get us and his new ‘bestofriend’ or hot dogs is far more engaging than listening to most of the adults I consort with. Except for you, of course. The worst part about him being gone is that it reminds me that, due to the various and sundry choices I have made in my life, I will probably never have a little Fraser all of my own. Logically, I know that the idea of me having spawn anywhere near as cool or gorgeous as my sister’s is unlikely, but ah! what we’ll never know, eh? At least I have him on loan whenever I’m feeling down, and as the few parents I know never cease to tell me, kids are a lot more fun when you can fill them up with sugar till their heads spin and then drop them off at home before they puke. And that is why I’m the bestoauntie, no doubt about it.

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