the coolest uncle around

Joseph got to go to a Jazz game. 14th row! (the only jazz game i've been to, we sat on the third row from the top and even with binocs you still couldn't tell who was who.) I asked him if he could see the players good. His response: "We were so close you could see their pimples!!"

For days, he couldn't stop talking about all of the neat things that happened . It was the Jazz Bears Birthday, so there was all kinds of mascot craziness. They got to go down on the court after the game and see the cool car.
And who is the handsome fellow with the handsome Joe? It's the coolest uncle around, that's who! (a little disclaimer here: all of Joseph's uncle are very cool! But come on guys, 14th row Jazz tickets and treats!?)

My brother Mike (He's single by the way, and super handsome and fun and smart and funny and a hard worker and he always stops by and plays with the kids and says hello. He even changed a gross poopy diaper once because I didn't feel good when he stopped by. He's quite the catch!!!) called up and invited Joseph to the Jazz game. And they were playing the Spurs. Talk about a good game, too bad we lost. (Too many injuries this year, and we started out so promising.) Anyhow. Joseph had a blast. What a great chance to hang out with a cool guy that is such a good example!

Thanks Uncle Mikey!!!