If you asked me about kids more than 72 hours ago, I’d say, “Umm…yeah. Cute.” Then that would be the end of my conversation.
Sure they’re cute and cuddly, but I never really had a strong connection to anything that wore a diaper. But this weekend changed everything — my nephew, my god son, and the first baby in our family was born and O.M.G. I can’t get enough.
Welcome baby Kaleb.
Kaleb’s mom (my sister) had a tough 50-hour labor and we anxiously spent the weekend in the hospital waiting for his arrival. When he came, we were all instantly obsessed.
He may live another state over, but I can’t wait to take him running… err…I mean take him to ice cream… err…I mean do whatever normal aunts do. He’s not even my kid and I just can’t wait to spoil him rotten.