Quote Originally Posted by cyber-sibes
Amen to that! After living 500 miles away for 8 years, I moved back 3 1/2 years ago to within 70 miles of my brother. Every time I call and say I'm going to be in the neighborhood, "they have plans". I've invited them over, offered to meet up somewhere, and hinted that I would like to be invited over to their place. I've seen him.....once. I give up.
((((hugs)))) to you, and if he comes over to help you out, I hope it goes ok.
We must be related!!! I've lived in this house nearly 6 years. My brother has been here exactly 3 times. Once for my son's 16th birthday party where he announced that they were expecting a baby, which of course stole Tony's thunder. Nobody even paid attention to my son on his birthday thanks to my clueless brother. I've been to his house a dozen or so times during that time, I even saw his new house a few weeks ago (though I probably wouldn't have done that if it wasn't for mom basically twisting my arm)

Mugsy, guilt and I are old friends. It doesn't take much to make me feel guilty. I have been telling him things like you said... when he mentioned me not asking about his sons the first thing out of my mouth was that Cam's 4 months old and he hasn't even met him. He tried to say he was never invited.... who needs an invitation to meet a new baby in the family? Besides, I DID invite him and his wife! Oy, I feel like we're still kids saying "nut-uh!" "yeah-huh!" pbbtttthhhh.