The nephew

This weekend I kept my 15 month old nephew.

This may not seem like a big deal to alot of people, but my own children are 16 and almost 15. It has been a long time since my house has seen a toddler.

I have stairs. And things. Things that weren't meant to be handled or eaten.

You know, toddlers whine, and are demanding, and you can't make them happy, and they don't sleep or at least they wake up early.

Not my nephew. I was completely, wonderfully surprised. He never stopped smiling. He giggled. He followed directions. He slept until 9:00 each morning. He didn't wake up at night.

At about 8:30 at night he put his head down on the couch pillow.
"Are you ready to go night-night?" I asked.
"Night-night," he answered.
I put his pjs on him, gave him a drink of milk, and laid him down. That was it. He went to sleep. Same thing for naptime.

I don't remember it being this easy, especially at a "strange" house. He has a little plastic Minnie Mouse that he holds all the time...too cute.

He does have two faults, which I found very amusing. He doesn't like baths. The only thing that would upset him was our saying, "Are you ready for a bath?" We found it funny, so we teased him with it a little bit.

He also did not like tortillas. We went to a Mexican restaurant with him, and I tore up some soft taco for him. He would carefully remove and eat the beef, then toss the tortilla over his shoulder. And giggle.

Everyone knows when a baby giggles, everyone giggles. We giggled all weekend.
He is too cute.