being an aunt

on november 3 a little boy named brayden cooper was born. my brother's first baby, my parents first grandson, and my first nephew. which can only mean one thing... spoiled and rightfully so. he is precious.

his first two weeks of life were in chkd neo-natal care for tests and monitoring of his seizures, so when he finally came home you can guess it we never have taken our hands off him when we are visiting or when he visits. which is great for us- babies are so therapeutic, and great for him because physical touch is so important for babies.. and well anyone really. its a way to both know we are loved and show we love. (of course not the only way!)

so brayden has had many naps in our arms to say the least. i mean who wants to refuse a baby sleeping on them? it has been great but not when we attempt to put him to sleep in a bed.

today i have worked from 9-2 and christmas shopped until 530 on 5 hours of sleep so with little explaination i am a little cranky. i came in from the cold and came to bring my bags into my study and my twinkle lights are circled around brayden's little portable sleeper, my mom is sitting next to them, gently rocking this wide-awake sweet little boy and proceedes to say this little punk wont fall asleep!

so, auntie amie to the rescue and i pick him up and without fail 45 seconds later brayden is passed out in my arms. goodbye cranky attitude, hello perfection.  so here i am-- twinkling lights, blogging, light worship, and a sweet boy in my arms.

he'll learn to sleep on his own, but for now one more nap wont be that big of a deal