About three weeks ago, my brother moved up to Chicago. He's staying with us for a short while (in the room recently vacated by our au pair) as he gets settled into his job and finds a place to stay. I have to say, it's been kind of nice having him around!
We haven't lived together since 1991. Twenty years later, I'm a lot more frazzled, and he is a lot taller than me, but it's fun. The kids are THRILLED to have Uncle around all of the time. The weirdest part is that I keep mixing up Max and David. I have called Max "David" about 46 times, which the kids find hysterical.
Some pictures of me and David from long, long ago. (Yes, my hair. I KNOW.)