The Nephew...

I'm sitting here at my brother's computer, listening to the tune about the "one little duck with the feather in his back, he led the others with a quack quack quack" about 30 times. My darling nephew, 5 months old today, is pulling the cord that makes the song go. He's loving life, bouncing in his chair, making the song play. I'm trying to leave him alone to see if any conversation or "babblefest" will start. He's blowing rasberries, cooing, and all other different noises. He's also creating ANOTHER dirty diaper, so I thought I'd let him finish that process. He's on outfit number 3. I hope I don't wait TOO long to catch this one before the yucky mess. Poor guy's been sick for the last couple of days.

I just can't believe how big he is. 5 months and one day ago, he wasn't in our lives. He wasn't part of our stories, our giggles, our days. He was part of our prayers and hopes and wishes and our love. I'm not just babysitting some kid and getting paid for it. I'm watching my nephew. I'm building into his life. I'm singing him songs about Zaccheus being a wee little man, and about animals on Old McDonald's farm. I'm reading him the bible verses that I'm memorizing. I'm making him giggle, and, oops, cry.

I get to watch him tomorrow and Friday, then 3 days next week. :-) I don't know about the rest of the summer. This might be the biggest chunk of time I get with him this summer.

I think that diaper is done being made. Better get back to my little man.