<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069395835543751304</id><updated>2010-02-16T11:15:44.005-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Aunt Loves Me</title><subtitle type='html'>A meeting place for aunts, who are sometimes "the forgotten relative"</subtitle><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069395835543751304/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.myauntlovesme.com/blogger.html'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.myauntlovesme.com/atom.xml'/><author><name>Aunt Reenee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05753922620999537282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069395835543751304.post-1323223285213115878</id><published>2010-02-16T11:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T11:15:44.015-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Honorary nephews and nieces</title><content type='html'>A nephew or niece doesn't have to be a blood relative.  Our little friend who lives next door visits frequently and we love him, too.  Interestingly, I was over at a friend's house, and she had a visit from...the little children who live next door to her and visit her regularly!  Perhaps community ties should be counted as "family" as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6069395835543751304-1323223285213115878?l=www.myauntlovesme.com%2Fblogger.html' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069395835543751304/1323223285213115878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.myauntlovesme.com/2010/02/honorary-nephews-and-nieces.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069395835543751304/posts/default/1323223285213115878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069395835543751304/posts/default/1323223285213115878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.myauntlovesme.com/2010/02/honorary-nephews-and-nieces.html' title='Honorary nephews and nieces'/><author><name>Aunt Reenee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05753922620999537282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08726894859090407977'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069395835543751304.post-8460365439591918836</id><published>2009-10-30T16:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T16:13:27.085-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nephew niece aunt uncle'/><title type='text'>How very odd</title><content type='html'>The other day my niece sent me a picture of my great nephew.  I dug up some photos of his dad at that age, and, yes, they look a lot alike.  But I do find it odd that a nephew who was an adorable little baby just a few years ago is now a grown man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying it's bad.  I enjoy getting to know my nephews and nieces all over again as adults.  It's just a bit strange to look at these grown up men and women and think: "Wow! I remember you when you were still a toddler!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6069395835543751304-8460365439591918836?l=www.myauntlovesme.com%2Fblogger.html' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069395835543751304/8460365439591918836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.myauntlovesme.com/2009/10/how-very-odd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069395835543751304/posts/default/8460365439591918836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069395835543751304/posts/default/8460365439591918836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.myauntlovesme.com/2009/10/how-very-odd.html' title='How very odd'/><author><name>Aunt Reenee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05753922620999537282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08726894859090407977'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069395835543751304.post-5408897640790421681</id><published>2009-09-21T17:48:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T17:50:30.468-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nephew'/><title type='text'>Nephews are people too.</title><content type='html'>I just had my grown nephew visit for the weekend and we had some long talks.  The last time I really talked to him, he was about twelve.  Now that he's an adult, it's a joy to share interests, witticisms and life experiences. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish I'd had the opportunity for a few more heart to heart chats in the past.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6069395835543751304-5408897640790421681?l=www.myauntlovesme.com%2Fblogger.html' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069395835543751304/5408897640790421681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.myauntlovesme.com/2009/09/nephews-are-people-too.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069395835543751304/posts/default/5408897640790421681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069395835543751304/posts/default/5408897640790421681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.myauntlovesme.com/2009/09/nephews-are-people-too.html' title='Nephews are people too.'/><author><name>Aunt Reenee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05753922620999537282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08726894859090407977'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069395835543751304.post-9162432734888527296</id><published>2009-08-14T10:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T10:16:25.666-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes a friend's kid can be as dear as a nephew</title><content type='html'>Some kids just get under your skin, you know?  You just love them to death, whether they're related or not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our neighbor has a little boy who's just precious to us.  Is it because he seems to enjoy coming to visit us?  Is it because he's so bright?  Or perhaps it's that impish smile he gets every once in a while?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, what greater joy is there than a child?  We gave this little guy a small windup toy and he just shreiked with delight every time it popped over.  You don't see that abandonment to joy among grownups.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6069395835543751304-9162432734888527296?l=www.myauntlovesme.com%2Fblogger.html' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069395835543751304/9162432734888527296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.myauntlovesme.com/2009/08/sometimes-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069395835543751304/posts/default/9162432734888527296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069395835543751304/posts/default/9162432734888527296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.myauntlovesme.com/2009/08/sometimes-friend.html' title='Sometimes a friend&apos;s kid can be as dear as a nephew'/><author><name>Aunt Reenee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05753922620999537282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08726894859090407977'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069395835543751304.post-6454001544619312202</id><published>2009-06-26T14:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T14:26:52.132-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Guilt</title><content type='html'>Well, I forgot my niece's birthday, even though &lt;a href="http://www.care2.com"&gt;care2.com&lt;/a&gt; kindly sent me a reminder.  (BTW, care 2 is a great website.  Free ecards, and lots of pro-environment petitions to sign.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I a bad aunt?  I've tried, but it just gets away from me sometimes.  Well, I guess better late than never.  Instead of creating a blog entry, I'll go send her a card!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, Emily!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6069395835543751304-6454001544619312202?l=www.myauntlovesme.com%2Fblogger.html' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.care2.com' title='Guilt'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069395835543751304/6454001544619312202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.myauntlovesme.com/2009/06/guilt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069395835543751304/posts/default/6454001544619312202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069395835543751304/posts/default/6454001544619312202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.myauntlovesme.com/2009/06/guilt.html' title='Guilt'/><author><name>Aunt Reenee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05753922620999537282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08726894859090407977'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069395835543751304.post-5938299952927430888</id><published>2009-05-19T12:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T12:33:58.006-04:00</updated><title type='text'>He got the job!</title><content type='html'>This weekend we attended my nephew's graduation (cum laude!!!).  The first thing he said to me when he saw me was "I GOT THE JOB!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thrilled.  It's so great to know I had a small part in helping this fine young man succeed in life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6069395835543751304-5938299952927430888?l=www.myauntlovesme.com%2Fblogger.html' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069395835543751304/5938299952927430888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.myauntlovesme.com/2009/05/he-got-job.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069395835543751304/posts/default/5938299952927430888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069395835543751304/posts/default/5938299952927430888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.myauntlovesme.com/2009/05/he-got-job.html' title='He got the job!'/><author><name>Aunt Reenee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05753922620999537282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08726894859090407977'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069395835543751304.post-3246200324342836778</id><published>2009-04-10T13:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T13:21:29.590-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My nephew asked me for help!</title><content type='html'>My nephew Kevin, who is graduating soon from college, stayed over for his very first job interview near where we live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thrilled when he actually asked for, and listened to, advice on how to interview!  My goodness!  He's so young!  It was such a pleasure to be able to impart some of my experience to him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I remember him when he was a cute faced little kid...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6069395835543751304-3246200324342836778?l=www.myauntlovesme.com%2Fblogger.html' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069395835543751304/3246200324342836778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.myauntlovesme.com/2009/04/my-nephew-asked-me-for-help.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069395835543751304/posts/default/3246200324342836778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069395835543751304/posts/default/3246200324342836778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.myauntlovesme.com/2009/04/my-nephew-asked-me-for-help.html' title='My nephew asked me for help!'/><author><name>Aunt Reenee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05753922620999537282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08726894859090407977'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069395835543751304.post-3417375517366650709</id><published>2009-04-05T20:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T20:15:59.744-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nephew niece aunt uncle'/><title type='text'>It's a two way street</title><content type='html'>When I went to visit my great nephew a couple of weeks ago, I was amazed to hear feedback that I had "been a great help" when cuddling the little sweetie pie for an hour or so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom line:  aunthood can be a mutually beneficial relationship.  What is an all-too-rare treat for me is a moment of respite for mom and dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6069395835543751304-3417375517366650709?l=www.myauntlovesme.com%2Fblogger.html' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069395835543751304/3417375517366650709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.myauntlovesme.com/2009/04/its-two-way-street.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069395835543751304/posts/default/3417375517366650709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069395835543751304/posts/default/3417375517366650709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.myauntlovesme.com/2009/04/its-two-way-street.html' title='It&apos;s a two way street'/><author><name>Aunt Reenee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05753922620999537282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08726894859090407977'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069395835543751304.post-3592081364670875377</id><published>2009-03-23T16:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T16:56:38.301-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Aunt Selma</title><content type='html'>I've had some kind and affectionate aunts, but the one I hold the warmest spot in my heart for is my Aunt Selma.  She was actually married to my uncle, so she wasn't related by blood.  But that didn't matter.  She was the most warm, welcoming, affectionate aunt in the world.  She made me feel loved.  When I became an aunt, I tried to emulate her in my treatment of my nephews and nieces.  I hope I succeeded.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6069395835543751304-3592081364670875377?l=www.myauntlovesme.com%2Fblogger.html' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.cafepress.com/princess_kids/6546712' title='My Aunt Selma'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069395835543751304/3592081364670875377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.myauntlovesme.com/2009/03/my-aunt-selma.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069395835543751304/posts/default/3592081364670875377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069395835543751304/posts/default/3592081364670875377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.myauntlovesme.com/2009/03/my-aunt-selma.html' title='My Aunt Selma'/><author><name>Aunt Reenee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05753922620999537282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08726894859090407977'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069395835543751304.post-1107484765845271636</id><published>2009-03-15T12:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T12:36:31.825-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Being a great aunt is like being a grandma</title><content type='html'>A great aunt is a lot more like a grandma than an aunt is like a mom.  Sort of evens out as the generations spread.  I can give my grown nephew advice, and can goo-goo-goo at the baby, where I'd never have given advice to his mom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6069395835543751304-1107484765845271636?l=www.myauntlovesme.com%2Fblogger.html' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069395835543751304/1107484765845271636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.myauntlovesme.com/2009/03/being-great-aunt-is-like-being-grandma.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069395835543751304/posts/default/1107484765845271636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069395835543751304/posts/default/1107484765845271636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.myauntlovesme.com/2009/03/being-great-aunt-is-like-being-grandma.html' title='Being a great aunt is like being a grandma'/><author><name>Aunt Reenee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05753922620999537282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08726894859090407977'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069395835543751304.post-6619628137985033743</id><published>2009-03-07T16:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T16:22:55.507-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Does the word aunt conjure up "warm and fuzzy"?</title><content type='html'>I was just googling the word "aunt" and noticed that most of the references were to sites like "Aunt So-and-so's cookies".  It seems to me that a lot of people associate aunts with warm, kindly, advice giving older women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's good isn't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6069395835543751304-6619628137985033743?l=www.myauntlovesme.com%2Fblogger.html' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.cafepress.com/princess_kids' title='Does the word aunt conjure up &quot;warm and fuzzy&quot;?'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069395835543751304/6619628137985033743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.myauntlovesme.com/2009/03/does-word-aunt-conjure-up-warm-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069395835543751304/posts/default/6619628137985033743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069395835543751304/posts/default/6619628137985033743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.myauntlovesme.com/2009/03/does-word-aunt-conjure-up-warm-and.html' title='Does the word aunt conjure up &quot;warm and fuzzy&quot;?'/><author><name>Aunt Reenee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05753922620999537282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08726894859090407977'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069395835543751304.post-843516966599422614</id><published>2009-02-28T00:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T00:09:53.365-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aunt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='great nephew'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nephew'/><title type='text'>Just met my new great nephew.</title><content type='html'>Isn't it amazing that a completely new life can come into this world?  Ben didn't exist four months ago, and now he's a distinct person with his own personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my nephew lives quite far from me, I just got a chance to meet the new baby this past week.  And what a joy it was!  Even more exciting, surprisingly, was to see my nephew, his dad, all grown up and a successful writer!  Very strange to remember a person as a baby, and see him simultaneously as a functioning adult!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6069395835543751304-843516966599422614?l=www.myauntlovesme.com%2Fblogger.html' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069395835543751304/843516966599422614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.myauntlovesme.com/2009/02/just-met-my-new-great-nephew.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069395835543751304/posts/default/843516966599422614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069395835543751304/posts/default/843516966599422614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.myauntlovesme.com/2009/02/just-met-my-new-great-nephew.html' title='Just met my new great nephew.'/><author><name>Aunt Reenee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05753922620999537282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08726894859090407977'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069395835543751304.post-3423444034627585412</id><published>2009-02-09T00:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T00:09:06.905-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nephew niece aunt uncle'/><title type='text'>My nephew is getting married!</title><content type='html'>They grow up so quickly!  I still have my nephew Dustin's baby pictures on the fridge, and now he's getting married!  The exciting part of having a niece or nephew marry is you get GREAT nieces and nephews. Still, I wish I'd had more time with Dustin when he was growing up...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6069395835543751304-3423444034627585412?l=www.myauntlovesme.com%2Fblogger.html' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069395835543751304/3423444034627585412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.myauntlovesme.com/2009/02/my-nephew-is-getting-married.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069395835543751304/posts/default/3423444034627585412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069395835543751304/posts/default/3423444034627585412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.myauntlovesme.com/2009/02/my-nephew-is-getting-married.html' title='My nephew is getting married!'/><author><name>Aunt Reenee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05753922620999537282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08726894859090407977'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069395835543751304.post-5854770178538014459</id><published>2008-12-21T18:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T19:01:30.201-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sister'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='niece'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uncle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aunt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nephew'/><title type='text'>Aunts are Kind of Sidelined sometimes</title><content type='html'>If you're like me, you've got a nephew or niece whom you love to pieces, but don't see nearly often enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, it's hard to be an aunt.  You see your brother or sister-in-law messing up their kid's psyche and you think "No, I can't interfere! It's their child, not mine!"  Am I right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, you get to be the good guy.  You can spend your money on toys and cute outfits, without having to buy the underwear or socks. When you get your nephew or niece for the weekend, you can devote all your attention and spoil her (or him) completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this is a place to share your feelings and observations about aunt-hood.  Feel free to jump in with your own experiences. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to hearing from you,&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Reenee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6069395835543751304-5854770178538014459?l=www.myauntlovesme.com%2Fblogger.html' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069395835543751304/5854770178538014459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.myauntlovesme.com/2008/12/aunts-are-kind-of-sidelined-sometimes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069395835543751304/posts/default/5854770178538014459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069395835543751304/posts/default/5854770178538014459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.myauntlovesme.com/2008/12/aunts-are-kind-of-sidelined-sometimes.html' title='Aunts are Kind of Sidelined sometimes'/><author><name>Aunt Reenee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05753922620999537282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08726894859090407977'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>