Our nephew, Wyatt, is 19 months old. It is so much fun to see him interacting with Cary. We went to Erick's brother's house today for a Superbowl party, and Wyatt could not stop kissing and hugging Cary. He even got into trouble a little because he was patting her too hard, but he just wanted to be close to her and, as my sister in law said, "he's just dying to squeeze her." When I go into the bedroom to nurse Cary, Wyatt will sneak in and peek at us. He's very quiet, and even is careful to shut the door when he leaves. When she was crying tonight, he was distressed, wandering around and trying to figure out what to do. He even started crying himself!
I never was around my cousins very much growing up, so I'm glad Cary will get to be around Wyatt alot. They're just over a year apart, which of course becomes less significant as they get older. Also, hopefully she'll have a little brother or sister someday. Not soon! But someday.
I realized that not only was I an only child, but I didn't even get to be around other relatives my own age, or even many of my parent's friends kids. My parents didn't have very many close friends, partly due to the fact that we moved so much, and also the fact that my mom worked so much. Geez. No wonder I had trouble making friends in high school.