Taylor's Uncle Dirky

These two have a secret language. Every morning that Taylor was here, Dirk would pop right out of bed as soon as he could hear her on the stairs coming down from the guest rooms. My husband is not a morning person, unless Taylor is in the house. On her last visit, he compared their relationship to the movie "50 First Dates." She would play hard to get and want nothing to do with him, she'd eventually warm up to him after he hit himself in the head with a few of her stuffed animals, and then they would be inseparable. Until the next morning. When they would start back at square one.

Not this visit.

Taylor would babble about Uncle Dirky on and on. It was adorable.

This pretty much sums it up.
This is Taylor and her Uncle watching the Little Mermaid (again.) Apparently she didn't want him to watch the whole movie. Because she kept putting her shirt over his head and zoning out that she'd even done it. Those Disney Princesses are amazing. Seriously. Look at the concentration on her face right here! All she can think about is Ariel. Not whether or not she is slowly suffocating her beloved Uncle Dirky.
Dirk also busted open some old school tricks. Sucking helium from balloons and singing Taylor songs. And then they would both try to blow the balloon back up. And then Taylor would try to get me to blow the spitty, nasty balloon back up. I passed. Every time.