i love my little niece so much i can hardly stand it.

i wish she lived here. i would take her to story hour and to the children’s museum and she could chase atlas all around the house and pull his tail. sniffle.

i made up a song for her: “oh, savannah, oh don’t you cry for me, for i’ve come from portland, oregon, to hold you on my knee.”

i also have a new nephew, who i met, but i forgot to ask his mom if she cared if i posted a picture of him. i did start a story for him, though. it is the story of prince lars, who went out one day with a very large sword to hunt dragons but somehow came home with one instead because it was so cute. he let his dragon light the fire in his fireplace every night with his fiery breath. (at that point, i had to stop the story, because that was not where i thought it was going at all and i was very confused.)

savannah also has her own story. in case you’ve forgotten, it is the story of queen savannah, who rode her pony named mustard around the island of molasses every morning and decreed that all the little girls on the island would be princesses. people came from all over the world to see the herd of princesses on ponies following queen savannah and mustard around the island and they even ended up as a feature article in national geographic.

did i mention that i love love love her?