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Meet Bryson. This is my nephew.

And he is 2.5 years old.

He's quite the little ham, isn't he?

All you have to do is say, "cheese" and he'll make these cute little faces for the camera.

I haven't seen this little bug since last May at my brother's wedding reception in California, 

and my how much they grow in just a few short months, am I right or am I right?

But can I just say one thing?

Right here...Right now...

{And hopefully all judgements can be held...}

Holy shit balls, I am not ready to be a mother.

I commend all of you mothers who are in your twenties, thirties, hell even your fifties, 

because being a Mom does not look easy.

I mean, at what point do you "be the adult" and stop the "YES-NO Battle" with a 2 year old?

For example:

"Bryson, it's time for a nap."

 "No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"No!"

"YES."

"NO!"

"YES."

"NOOO!!!"

{I'm sure you can guess who won that battle.}

And then at what point does a child stop saying, 

"Look at me! Look at me! Hey! Hey! HEY! Look! LOOK AT MEEEEEE!"

I will tell you this: Never.

I am 26 years old and I'm pretty sure this.morning after blow-drying my hair, I went straight to my Mom and said, 

"Look, Mom! My hair! Look! ........It's long, huh?"

You see?

The job of "Mom" never ends, bless your hearts.

So just for today, just for this moment, just after this long day filled with my beautiful little nephew, I am going to be frank, and I am going to be honest, and I am going to say that I am

just.not.there. 

...Nor will I be for a very long time, thankyouverymuch.

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In other news, we've got only SEVEN more days until we leave for Spain. SEVEN!

I am trying my best to soak it all in. Every day and every moment.

{Even those 2 year old battles that make me want to pull my hair out.}

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xoxo