Brag

I don't have a whole lot to brag about.  I'm 27 and already an old schoolmarm.  I spent Monday night playing musical chairs and breaking a pinata with singles obviously much younger than myself.  I... am not awesome.

But... my nephew is.  So just let me brag for a minute and pretend that I have anything to do with my nephew's awesomeness. 

As you can see, he's smiling now.  A lot actually.  And he can almost laugh.  Right now it's more of quick intakes of breath in fast succession.

Most things amuse him.  A tickle, his Mariner Moose mobile, my face.  He also finds himself very handsome and stares at himself in the mirror and smiles.

Between the hours of 6 and 8 pm he kind of loses his cool.  We're not sure why but he becomes very grumpy every night right on schedule. Nothing amuses him then.  Except for water.  He loves the water.  As soon as he's placed in the bath he's back to cooing happily and kicking his feet as if he were born to swim.  Maybe he was.

Also, B hates traffic and unapologetically slow baristas.  Just like his Auntie Em.  He hates it so much he screams.  Just like his Auntie Em wishes she could.  But when I hold him and tell him that I understand (because I do) he calms down and smiles again.  And it makes my heart happy.