I know I haven’t posted in ages, so I’ll do a mini update tomorrow.
First, let’s talk about how much this little guy loves me. Whenever I’m having a bad day I call my sister and request a Skype date with Noah. Why? Because the kid thinks I’m hysterical and we just love each other. It’s an instant bandaid for the heart. Or a percocet, pick your poison.
Unfortunately, two-year-olds lose their interest in peek-a-boo and blowing bubbles on the computer after about 10 minutes. Luckily, my sister has a back-up child for just this situation.
Hello cute, adorable, smiling, chunk-for-a-nephew baby!
Not only do they make me laugh, but I always feel a little less overwhelmed because the craziness she deals with day in and day out makes the stress in my life dull in comparison. I mean, I’m pretty sure after he spent a good 10 minutes tangling up the all the blinds, my nephew tried to jump out the window while his mother’s back was turned.