I don’t get to see my adorable baby nephew as often as I would like. I don’t live near my sister, and my schedule is crazy. Besides constantly asking for pictures of his chubby little face, I have all these activities I want him to do. I mean, true, I won’t be there for them, but I can enjoy the benefits without any messy cleanup.
For example, I want to buy him tap shoes. I want to see videos of him scuffing up my sister’s perfect floors as he shuffles off to buffalo. Not that I want her floors ruined. I just think it is a worthy sacrifice for such a noble cause. And a ukulele. I want him to play the ukulele with his pudgy fingers that can’t quite figure out how to put the baby cheerios into his mouth with any precision as yet.
And art. I want baby art to paste onto the cast house fridge! Handprints and squiggles for everyone!!!!!! I’ve been told I can’t buy the tap shoes till he’s mastered walking. No ukulele till he’s three. But I actually managed to convince her to let my buy the baby organic crayons and paint. The sofa and walls may be doomed, but by George, this Aunt is going to get her fridge art. Score one for Aunt Megan!!!