I've been blogged

I don't know how that is meant to make sense, but go with it.

Thank you, Rachel, for documenting our awesome food fest.

Just in case you were wondering, Rachel is my niece.

Yeah. Her mother is my sister. Rebecca, the oldest (thank you, Dad, for that recent reminder...).

Approximately four years before I was born, Rebecca was married. By the time I came around mid-1991, she had birthed two beautiful baby girls: Rachel and Elizabeth.

Now, a good twenty years later, Rachel is about to start her own family with a beautiful baby boy.

This is great and all, except that it makes me a great aunt, ya know, at the age of twenty.

Don't worry, it's normal.

The only thing I know for sure is that this kid will refer to me as Great Auntie, cause if you're going to be a great aunt you might as well have some fun with it.