This weekend, I got a mini-lesson in parenting.
I learned things like
kids eat a lot
and poop a lot
and smile a lot
and "talk" a lot
and are just so damn cute.
Take: Mr. Max
[I call him Mr. Max because he's fancy and likes being referred to as such]
What the hell is happening?!
My nephew has grown SO big.
AND he's the cutest kid on the planet.
|don't deny it. you'd be lying if you said he wasn't.|
And even when he woke me up at 4 am to tell me he was hangry, I couldn't possibly be mad at him.
[also note that he's the only person on planet Earth that can pull that off]
|see that? that's why I can't be mad.|
My sis & BIL were celebrating their one-year wedding anniversary this weekend, so I volunteered to watch him while they were gone.
This was assuming that my darling husband was going to be able to tag along and assist.
Only later did I find out that he was unable to do so due to a lack of management help at his store.
Luckily, my dashing brother stepped in [thank God] and came with me.
Those two extra hands really are a Godsend, even if it is just to take Max from you while you use the potty.
[the jokes about going to the bathroom alone when you have kids came full circle for me]
I have gained mad respect for mothers, single parents, and even daycare providers.
He was an angel the whole time and I still left exhausted.
Turns out kids are kinda needy.
Like...eating every three hours
and diaper changing
and constant need for attention
type of needy.
And I enjoyed every minute, especially bath time.
When you wash his face, he gets a GIANT smile on that ridiculously cute face of his.
Why he likes his face being washed is beyond me, but the signs are clear.
He's a fan.
I left Sunday with a whole new outlook on the thought of having kids.
I'm not sure if I'm ready to be up ten times a night,
unable to do stuff during the day,
constantly in a state of exhaustion.
I'm not sure if anyone's ever ready.
For now, I'll settle for adoring the world's cutest nephew.