Today is the first birthday of my youngest nephew. Last year I teased his father and mother about his name being the same as a Japanese camera manufacturer while his brothers sound like cigarette brands. I still like to razz Somara about it.
As a baby, he’s alright so far. I’ve seen him a couple of times but I don’t sense any personality in Canon yet. I’m only his “pagan” uncle and I’m not very knowledgeable about babies or young children. His brother Wyatt (the middle guy) is pretty protective of the baby yet doesn’t have the jealousy thing going about Canon displacing his cushy gig. Again, I see these kids about once a quarter despite Georgetown being 20 miles north of my house on I-35.
Tonight we’re going to hit Canon’s birthday party, as if he cared. I think Hunter (big brother) and Wyatt will get more entertainment from it. It’s being held at the in-laws’ house which means Caliban and I have catch-up time together. The sweet, big black cat who used to live in my storm drain will tire of me in 10 minutes but I always enjoy seeing him flourish as a domestic house cat. It’s always funny see former feral cats quickly adapt to domestic life as Miette and Caliban did. I guess Somara is glad the party is at her parents’ place. I won’t get exhausted from playing Hunter’s Guitar Hero PS2 game with the uncles from his mom’s side. Uncle Keith has some pretty good fingers to play rock tunes that were hits 10-20 years before he was born. It makes up for my incredulous looks when he tells me he never heard of Jimi Hendrix’s “Spanish Castle Magic” or Judas Priest’s “You Got Another Thing Comin’” (my personal favorite and best on the game).
Next year, Canon will probably be talking and there will be more to cover based upon his personality.