My adoptive family has had quite a bit of growing recently. As frequenters of the blog (are there any? lol) might know, my mother used to babysit two little girls, both about 1 year in age. By the end of the school year the younger one had just begun walking. Having no younger sibblings it was easy enough to adopt the eldest of these girls that were around so often. I'd already practically adopted her oldest brother anyway.

Also younger than me, said older brother is awesome to have around. He's an awesome joker, and always in good spirit. It's nice hanging around him when I've been pressured with responsibility. He can take me back a few years in my life and actually have myself enjoy it. It's awesome. So between him being awesome and his sister being around so much, he's definitely adopted as well.

That was all old news; they've been in my family for months/1 year.

The recent addition would also be a younger person. I am the youngest in my actual family, so you must remember I never had younger brothers or younger sisters. In fact, I had no brother - so I missed a lot of time being boyish. So, it should be natural that I would connect well with my girlfriend's youngest brother. I think he genuinely enjoys my company, which is wonderful. I would love to know the other brother, but he's never really around. He's the less active one in the family.

See? My family just grows and grows. And school hasn't even started.