Hiding with the Toy Soldiers

It is wicked early. I've been up for a couple hours already and am sitting in the family room at my sister's, alternating between work and playing on Tumblr and Google.  More playing than working to be honest. If I was a good kid, I would be clearing out my email, but I'm just not that dedicated. I'm also listening to my sister's Rottweiler snore on the couch next to me. Poor baby just dropped on the totem pole again as my sister finally had her second kid. This one is a boy. I've never ever babysat or messed with in any way baby boy's so when I was asked to change his diaper I was a little stunned. All the parts are there the way they are supposed to be, it was just weird I guess, since it isn't anything I do on a regular basis.
I'm thinking that I haven't seen that many guys naked that close up either though. Or it has been so damn long that I have forgotten it all. Probably so damn long.
Anyway, I'm in my hometown paying homage to the kid. First thing I do, after being up for 15 hours or so is open a wine bottle instead of oohing and aahhing over him. Which has upset my parents and confused my brother in law's father. Being that I have made it to the ripe old age of 40 without kids of any kind, or regular interaction with kids of any kind, they aren't high on my list of things I need to geek out over. That may make me a bad person, but I'm becoming more and more comfortable with understanding my own needs and quirks and interests and not conforming to any one else's standards.  If I can't learn to accept me, no one else will. That doesn't make me bad, it makes me as unique as everyone else. And the worst part is that most people accept me for who I am, I'm the one who has a problem with it.
Anyway, I pour myself a glass of apple wine (my absolute favorite), and have the little one thrust into my arms. He's got the same old man look all babies do, and is sleeping. Once I figure out how to hold the kid and drink at the same time I am good to go.
After a couple more hours of playing with the 18 month old who is loving all the attention, I finally get to go to sleep, before everyone else and I feel a bit bad about that. I mean, my sister is the one who had the kid, but I asked several times what I could do to help and apparently there is nothing I could do. Except donate my reserve bottle of wine to her cause. She deserves it. She worked hard. She was unable to drinkj any apple wine so she can have mine. I'll just have to have Nic pick me up some more.
Speaking of Nic, I had a good time with him yesterday. I went and got my hair done and then popped over to his house for bs and a movie. The movie was Percy Jackson and it was ok, but the good time was hanging out with Nic, getting to see his family who really does like me and worry about me. I miss those people. I don't think I'm going to get the Indiana job on a permanent basis, although it would work out really well if I did. It is close enough that I could go to Louisville and St Lou on a regular basis and not feel overly guilty.
My niece is up. I can hear her cooing to my sister.