My brother, who was somehow unaware I had a blog until last month, has since become obsessed with being on the blog during his visit this week. He and his fiance, Gia, arrived Thursday and we have been packing in the fun. Matilda generally gives her uncles a really poor reception and this visit has been no exception. She cried when he first walked in the door and ran to the far side of the room.
Matilda has since learned to tolerate his presence enough to allow them this one photo together, riding the tar pit sloth. We will see how many more mornings this visit she will refuse to cross the living room upon finding his sleeping carcass there; it is as if she needs a new warming up period each day.