I’m obsessed. With a baby. A baby named Brady. I babysat last night, and he was such a sweet boy. Last time I babysat he screamed and screamed till he wore himself out and slept, but this time he ate, slept, slept some more, stirred a little, gave me a smile, and fell back asleep. I mostly stared at him and stroked his hair and baby soft skin.

I’ve also been helping my sister out with getting him to and from daycare. Andrea went back to work this week, and though my mom is providing daycare, she can’t drive. And her house is 25 minutes in the opposite direction of Ann’s work. BUT! I drive right past Mom’s exit on my way to work, so a couple times now I’ve gotten up early, swung by Ann’s to pick up Brady, and dropped him at mom’s before work. And then I usually pick him up on the way home too. It feels nice to be able to help, and the extra driving and abbreviated sleep feels like nothing because it’s all for little Brady boy.

Lord, this is gonna turn into a frickin’ auntie blog. Like a mommy blog but worse because all I’ll do is gush. And it might only get worse because I think I can now officially announce that my sister Kelli is pregnant! She had a rough first trimester, so we were keeping in on the downlow, as they say, but things look ok and she’s started spreading the word. She’ll find out in exactly two weeks if I’m getting another nephew or another niece. We’ve been calling it a girl since the first positive pregnancy test, so it would be hilarious if she’s in fact a he.

I’ll try to keep the gushing to a minimum though because until I have my own kids, y’all probably don’t give a crap. But even if you skipped over the reading of this post because baby gushing is lame, hopefully you scrolled down far enough to see these:

His little grumper face.

Smiles for Aunt Nana. And also showing off his chunkittude.

Working out some gas on his tummy.