vacation - bobo

i like goose cousin's family. the last few years, though, they've been in tacoma, so i haven't seen too much of them. when i was there on my vacation, i saw them more than i had in a long time, and seeing as i was the only one out there, i actually got to spend time with them, as opposed to being in different rooms in a house full of relatives for holidays or birthdays.
it's been fun to see them grow up. the duck (goose cousin's 19-year-old) has grown from a sneaky little handful to a creative, artistic young man. the elf (15), has always been one to go with the flow, and he's still laid back and fun. cinderella (8) is the sweetest little girl you could ask for. i love them all.

and then there's bobo, goose cousin's 17-year-old. he was the other half (and probably the wilder) of the wild duo that were goose cousin's first two when they were little. one of my favorite things about him then was when he got in trouble and he would scowl and say, 'don't say bad words to me.' i still quote that. he was a handful. but we always said that if that energy could be channeled, he'd turn out alright.

and he did. being his friend on facebook this last year or two i've gotten to see more of what he's up to, which has been nice. and then, when i was out there for a week, bobo was around a lot. he likes being with family (at 17! crazy, i know), so he came around more than the other boys.

one of the things i saw is that he notices things. the fabric on the ceiling of goose cousin's van sags a bit, so as we were on our way to seattle, bobo took the pin that was holding it up above his head, and put it in above mine. having not shaved, i was wearing pants that day and it was hot, so i was way hot, and he offered me a shirt he had in his backpack that he thought would be cooler. that day i decided to buy a mariners shirt for when we went to the game on monday, but didn't find one, so on monday he gave me a mariners shirt he had that didn't fit him. lots of little things like that.

i might see a touch of my brother in him. school isn't easy for him, but he likes to play sports and work with his hands. he's not as reclusive as my brother (to put it nicely), but i don't know, there's something about his bearing. and of course, bobo loves baseball so we automatcially have a bond there.

and so, seeing as i don't have a nephew, i adopted him as mine. what that means practically, i have no idea, seeing as he lives far away and he's already so old, but i like that kid, so i decided to claim him.

and now i think that's the end of my vacation posts (over a month later). told ya i had a good time.