I didn’t break him or anything! It was very exciting. Albie Dog had an accident in the hall from all the stress.
I met The Nephew! My sister came to my office straight from the airport, I got to watch her change a diaper in the work bathroom and then give the baby a bottle. And then one of my co-workers came in and picked up the baby and we had to wrench him from her arms.
I followed my sister and The Baby back to my parents place and settled in for a nice long aunt-ing. Successfully held the baby, fed the baby, cheered up the baby, and watched the baby spit up. Did not diaper change the baby, because I’m an aunt, not a saint. But I did watch someone else do it.
Meanwhile, Albie Dog was losing his little MIND. Every time The Baby cried, he ran around like Lassie looking at us and patting us with his little paws going “the baby is crying! The baby is crying! THE BABY IS CRYING!!!! WHY AREN’T YOU DOING SOMETHING???”
I eventually took pity on the poor little doggie and went back to my place just in time to host the church quilting group. Which, obviously, is the power behind the throne that secretly runs the entire church. Actually two churches, we are inter-church. In order to please them, I offered up homemade cinnamon rolls, the cute doggie and, eventually, The Baby since my sister brought him by. He got the blessings of all the old ladies and the seal of approval of the sacred quilting circle/coven. The dog escaped and had an accident in the hallway. He had a Hard Day.
And then I said good-bye to the baby, and good-bye to the quilters, and now the dog is completely exhausted with his head in my lap and pretty much done with babies forever.