My niece also likes to hide her tiny hand in her dads mouth. It’s her second favorite game.

The picking out-picking in game is accordingly to my niece one of the best games ever. Not so sure if I agree. I should teach her “give me all your candy-game”. If she had any, that is.

I promised to babysit my one year old niece for the first time tomorrow.
I’m convinced that either one of these things will happen:
- she’ll cry constantly.
- hurt herself and then cry constantly.
- I’ll panic and cry constantly.
- poop and force me to change her diaper.
- cover me with baby food.
- or I’ll accidentally kill her.
My niece doesn’t really know how to wave goodbye yet, but she knows how to kiss anyone. Adorable.
Look at this adorable mothersucker. She’s my cute, messy, laughing, curious, still-can’t-walk-without-looking-drunk niece. I hope for the motherofnature her blue eyes won’t change color.

I met this fierce little Missy yesterday. I even dared to hold her in my arms this time. Or dared and dared, my sister kinda dropped her off in my arms, so I didn’t really had a choice to begin with, but it went alright. Didn’t drop her a single time. 1-0 for Sarah vs. gravity.

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