I was home this weekend for my nephew’s baptism and it was so great to be home and spend so much time with him.
prior to having a nephew, I never had a crazy interest in baby photos and didn’t understand
why every. single. thing. is fascinating.
I was like :: I get it, babies are cute, especially your own baby/niece/nephew, but no one thinks they are as cute as you do.
but now it’s time for me to be a hypocrite : look how cute my nephew is!!
soooooo feel free to skip this post, but I want to eat him with a spoon and don’t get to see him that often so look at how cute he is and DEAL WITH IT.
no but seriously, he is an angel.
and he is totally related to me.
he loves shoes, especially tory burch, and can’t wait until he can get his hands on some pinot grigio.
oooooo. wine. ooooo shoes.
excellent taste already.
I had arranged the flowers nicely, with a hidden crap load of tape to keep them in position, but alas, they broke free. Martha Fail.
he was a total gentleman the entire time at church,
and saved his throw up for me when we got home.
but he was still super polite, he only got it down my arms and missed my dress.
wasn’t that so thoughtful of him? I know, right!!!
I did my first feeding of actual baby food and you would have thought it was the most exciting thing to ever happen to me in my life because of how entertained I was.
And we had lots of downtime to wear sunglasses and do some serious people watching at dinner. He was passing lots of judgement behind those shades.
“what are you looking at??”
in other news, we had dinner at a place with
fried goat cheese balls.
um…… amazing. like my foot photography.
this was post was just mind blowing entertaining.