But oh boy do I love being an auntie!
On Saturday I went over to Kwiddens's house and spent some time with her and Nyah and Isaac. When she was born, I didn't get much of a chance to hold Nyah because everyone else was HOGGING her...
I got there at about 11:00 and we talked while they got ready for Isaac to take Nyah over to his grandfather's house to visit. While he was gone, Kwiddens and I decided to go out shopping for baby things (my new obsession) and then get some lunch. We did, and at lunch I ate rolls with honey butter (pure heaven) and then when we got home I spent the next ten hours playing with the baby, holding the baby, feeding the baby, burping the baby, loving the baby, and fortunately, still not wanting my own baby.
But let me tell you people:
Having a little baby niece of my very own is just heavenly. She came out perfect. She looks perfect, she smells perfect, she feels perfect...you should touch her cheeks. And her hair. They're...well, perfect. Perfectly smooooooooth and soft, that is.
I spent hours just like this. She's such a little cuddlebug. If you put her down in her bassinet she wakes up and makes little baby noises, but if you hold her she sleeps soundly until she gets hungry.
One of the reasons I don't generally like kids is that they're noisy. But this particular baby isn't! She cries a little bit when she gets hungry but as soon as she gets a bottle she just snuggles back into your arm and eats, and then she's back asleep.
If you can't tell, I'm in love.
Am I a baby convert? Eh. Not really. But am I a Nyah convert?