More Comic Relief From the Home Front, Part 3

I get a little upset when people say to me, referring to Nico, "Well, yeah, but he's just your nephew."  No.  He's so much more than that.  He's my brother & sister in law's baby, he's my baby, he's my mom's baby.  I love to look out the window and see my brother's big-ass white truck pull up, knowing our house is about to turn into chaos.
And the scenario today goes:
My brother is ordering pizza via online (something I still can't even comprehend,) Nico is playing with Ma's decorative stuff sitting on the china cabinet in our dining room.  When asked what he's doing, the response is, "I'm cooking!"  My brother and I discuss what pizza toppings we want while you can hear Nico in the background make believe cooking, "It's hot!  Ouch!  I drink mah coff-ee!"
Hammie goes upstairs to take a shower, (thank God, he smelled pretty bad,) so Nico is downstairs with me, content playing with a ceramic sugar bowl, coffee cups and coffeepot.  Until, of course, he realizes Daddy is no longer in the room.  Once he discovered Daddy was in the shower, he decided he needed one too. (Truthfully, the baby did, having come in the house all sweaty from playing on the playground at school and remnants of lunch still on his face.)
"Dane, does he have any clean clothes here?" yells my brother from the shower.
"I don't think so man, I think he's worn them all home to your house.  We have some pajamas..."
I turn around and Nico has his pull-up at his ankle and is about to hurl it in my direction.  Luckily I thwarted him because, damn, that thing was heavy with pee.
I mean, I don't think it's weird that I'm in the bathroom at the same time my brother is taking a shower, looking for a bar of soap for him - "Just use whatever body wash I have in there!"
"I don't like body wash!"
"Whatever dude, just don't use up a new towel, the one you used last time is still hanging up."


After pulling out Nico's "I *heart* MomMom" tee shirt and leaving it on the bed, I go back downstairs to work some more on my blog, (hence the start of this post.)  Nico bounds down the stairs a few minutes later, his MomMom tee shirt now short enough to show his belly, and runs around the house like a madman.  This is all before dinner.



Now my brother in weirdly engrossed in the movie D2:  The Mighty Ducks, & I find myself peeking up from my laptop every so often to watch.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                
This is time spent with my family that I wouldn't trade for the world.  The random facial expressions Nico makes at the dinner table, my brother pretending to fart on his head, then the baby in turn running up to me and pretending to do the same, hearing him tell Ma he loves her a bushel and a peck and a hug around the neck, playing This Little Piggy... with his toes, even the constant heckling my brother slams me with.  Nope, wouldn't trade any of it for the world.