That’s right. My baby sister is having a baby.
I’m excited to be an aunt, but a little leery of all this, and disappointed. They’re figuring out when to get married and all this stuff. She’s just a baby. It’s so scary for her.
But she sounds happy, so I’m trying my best to stay positive and supportive. I just can’t help but want to bawl.
The wee one is scaling furniture in a single bound, screaming at the top of his lungs, throwing full body temper tantrums, and today when I opened the car door to get him out…he threw a bottle at my face. I luckily have cat-like reflexes and ducked. He then laughed hysterically. And he’s letting go and trying to balance on his own. I’m NOT ready for that at all.
Okay, Em will be here in a minute to help me mend my wounds. I must go.
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I’m sorry, Jenny. This is horrible news. But you’re handling it like a saintly sister.