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I don't get to see my nephews much anymore everysince I moved from Atlanta to Lake City. I getto see them maybe twice a year and even then my younger nephew Nick is usually sleep so itdoesn't really count. Seeing a family membersleep is like looking at a picture of them.A snoring, drooling, incoherently mumbling picture.I have two nephews and I love them to death.They are the only people in my family that areyounger than me. All my other family members were already alive when I was born. I hasbeen a thrilling experience to watch my nephewsgrow through the different stages of life.Of course, some stages are more thrilling thanothers.The early baby stages were not very thrilling.All my nephews did as babies was sleep and cry. At least thats the way it seemed to me. I'msure they also ate and pooped, but wheneverpossible I was far away during these periods.I learned very quickly that when it comesto sheer grossness (if that's a real word)watching a 1-year old eat is rivaled onlymammal childbirth and maybe that episodeof Fear Factor where they ate blended sewerrat. I've seen pictures on Rotten.com thatturned my stomach less. And we won't even start on the pooping.Once my nephews started talking I was ableto get along with them better. My youngernephew, Nick, who is three, can now speakfairly well. Last time I saw him he couldsay a few words. Now he has a whole vocabulary.It's quite astoinishing to hear him saysomething like "Uncle Tim I want to play thetrain game" in perfect english. Last yearhe would have just grunted and pointedsomewhere in the general direction of the computer. He also sings. My Dad triedto get him to sing 'I've been working on the Railroad'. He preferred Fat Joe's'Lean Back'.My oldest nephew, Frankie, is now 8. I had to ask him how old he was when I started writing this article, because I always forget."Frankie, how old are you now"? I asked. "Sevenor eight"?"Eight." he replied, with an expression of totaldisgust on his face. "I can't believe you thoughtI was seven"I apologized for making such a mistake. I knowthat confusing an 8-year old with a 7-yearold is an offense paramount to confusingSpiderman with Batman, or SpongeBob withShrek. I've learned over the past eightyears that age is a very sensitive subjectfor children. They say to never ask a womanher age, I say to never ask an adolescent either.The older my nephews get the harder they areto wrestle with as well. When they were small I had to worry about hurting them. Now,I have to worry about them hurting me, orworse, me hurting me as I flee from them downthe hallway in a desperate attempt to get to thebathroom and lock myself in.I've found that I have to prepare for they're visits much like an athlete prepares for the Olympic. I have to get my body and mind in shape. I run. I lift weights. I practice my Thunder Power Slams, Killer Elbow combos and tapping out. And I spend a lot of time on my sprints.I have a lot more to learn and look forwardto as my nephews get even older. Soon they will bepre-teens and then teenagers. They will evenreach adulthood one day I suppose. One thing Ido know is that no matter what age they are andno matter what phases in life they are going throughI will always love them. They are My nephews, My family. And the best tag-team wrestlers I know...
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