For those of you that know me, like really know me, you know that pretty much convinced kids just aren't for me. Don't get me wrong, I LOVE your kids, obv. Yes, yes, I'm also convinced that that feeling will change someday and Ill want my own, but until then I'm just entirely too selfish for the lil' love bugs. I admit it. I like to sleep, a lot... don't do much of it, but I really like it. I also like to work out, drink, see friends, work, cook, cut myself off from the world when I'm hungover, and shower. Im still confused... how dooooo you shower when you have a baby. Like, where does the baby go? christ. People also tell me all the time that your priorities change when you have a baby. And it's not because they have to, it's because you want them to. There is nothing you want more than to look at, hold, love, cuddle, teach, nurture, and adore your baby. Honestly (maybe too honest), until last Monday I thought that was just somethin' everyone said. Maybe that's how everyone else would feel, but not me. Kids are still kids. Babies are still babies. And I'm still selfish. Then my brother and SIL had a baby. I met Alexa for the first time and it all clicked. The kid isn't even mine and I would literally walk to the end of the earth and back in my horribly uncomfortable wedding shoes in a bikini in a snow storm just to hold her. That doesn't come close to what I would do for her if she actually needed me. I am honestly at a loss for words (that's a lie) to explain to you how much love is seeping out of my pores for this tiny 6.5lb morsel of love. I don't care how biased you think I am, she's beyond gorgeous and adorable and small and perfect. I'm in awe of her. Jas and Kris, I cant tell you how proud and happy I am for you two. You deserve every ounce. I need to stop typing and control my bawling before I break my computer. As if you are still reading this. Checks my niece. She's rad.
Stop saying my brother is adorable. it's gross.
I love every last one of those pigs.
stop. i cant talk about it.