Cousins are great.
My sis and I have five cousins on my mom's side. We tried to get together every summer when we were growing up. I say get together, because we all lived in different places.
There were the nutty California crew, with two boys and two girls.
We also had the South Carolina family, with a girl cousin three years younger than me. They wised up and moved to Oklahoma when she was five. Which made the get togethers easier.
You will be happy to know that all of us have since moved closer and we try to get together at holidays when we can. One of the California cousins moved back out to California, but he comes in at least once a year.
And when we get together, it is one crazy time. Seriously. Someone needs to write a book.
Which makes me happy that my boys now live close to their one and only cousin here in Texas.
We moved here one month before he was born. So we see him at least once a week.
And it is a delight.
Especially for my nephew. He is a rascal. He loves to come to any sporting events we have, because there is always a load of tomfoolery to get in on. Tomfoolery is our specialty. And he knows it.
These are the two big kids. They love playing with their cousin. If for no other reason, than to watch him run around like a chicken with his head cut off.
Now that is one gross saying, right?
It all starts out with some good clean fun. You know? A little ribbing here and there. Punching and pushing are all part of the game. Dad usually starts it. A big kid at heart.
Then, the small guy gets his turn. Notice the closed fist of my nephew. He is going in strong.
He closes his eyes to get a better look. At the back of his eyelids.
And as always, he gets pushed away like a little fly. Poor little bugger.
But like any real fly, he just keeps buzzing around. And he knows how to win. He gets help from the recruits. He gets his uncle.......
Ahhh, the old leg pulling trick......
If you can't beat em, join em!
Oh, how the mighty ones fall. Look at Big A's face in the other chair. He was just glad it wasn't him. The Bull doesn't look happy at all.....
So, he decides to seek revenge and takes the little guy down.
And getting a love pat from his uncle is all part of the game.
Finally, he admits defeat and falls to the ground. For now.....
We love playing with cousins. It is always our best day.
And if you are wondering where Tiny T was.......
Oh, he was busy playing a soccer game. Note the flushed cheeks. 100 degrees here in Texas. See the umbrellas? It wasn't raining that day. Nope, that was to shield us from the sun!
Tiny T just came over to get some water. Poor guy!
Don't worry, all this good, clean fun was had during half time of the game.
No one missed any of the game or any of Tiny T's goals.
And no one was injured during this photo shoot.
At least no one I got any photos of.
I can't vouch for the rest of the crowd. They definitely could have been injured mentally from all our shenanigans.
What can we say?
We love cousins!