29th July 2010 marks the day my gorgeous nephew was born.
Being the youngest of two, I was never blessed with a younger sibling to play pranks on and be protective of. I still remember the day Ethan was born. Coming home from a long day of year 12 classes, my dad and I were called into the hospital because my sister was due. The anticipation. The excitement. Was it a girl, or a boy? How was my sister doing? What do I do while waiting for two hours? I couldn't even concentrate in the hospital lobby room. Giving birth is seriously one of the most amazing wonders of the world. That a woman can carry a baby in her body for nine months and give the gift of life.
Ethan has certainly been a gift in our lives. His smile. His cheekiness. His clever reactions and observations. His parrot attitude, mimicking everything we do. Two years of his existence has not only brought my family closer together then we already were, but he has been like a little sibling I never had. I am extremely repulsed by baby vomit and poo, but being an aunty gives you the resilience and understanding of what it is like to take care of another human being. Having a younger sibling/niece/nephew and taking great care of them shows how much you should appreciate your parents and everything they have done for you to be healthy and for them allowing you to be where you are now. Happy birthday Ethan!!! I love you so much!!!
^ the cheeky bugger isn't even looking at the camera!!!
^ cutest baby everrrrr
^ Ethan sniffing and playing with this sock puppets and bubble gun.