3. Remind yourself that you can do it and hold a baby

As previously mentioned in a previous post, my pal Shelby was pregnant with her second little girl. Shelby and I arranged some time to hang out, check out her new crib and of course see the beautiful little girls. Shelby informed me ahead of time that there was going to be absolutely no decision-making and that I would holding Izzie whether I wanted to or not. And you know what?

I'm so glad I did! I mean, look how absolutely precious she is! She was so well behaved and didn't even cry once! I loved her little feet and obviously her adorable little outfit. Maybe this holding babies stuff isn't so bad..

Making strides

So I realize my blogging may have been lacking but, dear cherubs, I am making strides in completing all my goals. One particular goal is probably the most laughable to anyone who does not know me personally...

3. Remind yourself that you can do it and hold a baby

Now, where should I start - I grew up in a non-baby household. Sure, I'm the oldest child in said household but obviously I was way too cool at age 3.5 to be bother to hold my little but big headed (sorry but you know it's true!) sister. Even at family events, all the adults were complete baby hogs so there was never a reason for me to get off the tire swing to hold one.

Years began passing quickly and I slipped under the radar, escaping babies left and right. The only time I babysat solo was during my college senior year spring break where I told a pal I would look after two kids who I assumed were potty trained because they were walking around. Boy, was I wrong and yes, those felt like the longest days of my life.

Please allow me to take a moment to clear up a rumor - I don't dislike babies or children rather I am cautious of the unpredictable and think unruly children should be euthanized. I kid, I kid. Seriously though, as I become more refined (note: I didn't state older) and my friends all begin to pop, I thought it was a perfect time to get more acquainted with the little darlings.

The mom of one of my dearest friends, Shelby, held a girls brunch to celebrate the soon-to-be arrival of baby #2 and the "end" of the world revolving about Emma, baby #1. Now, as the oldest child, I totally understand the anguish of having to "share" the spotlight with a sibling. After brunch, Emma was obviously over everything and just wanted to take a nap. She was getting passed around to each "auntie" to say goodnight and then it was my turn.

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It's like she knew. Thank you Amy for documentation and the coaching throughout the process. I'm not counting this as my task number three whereas I don't consider Emma a baby (did you see that sassy outfit? she's a big girl, all the way) and plan on actually holding a little baby.. in my arms.. without passing out. Baby steps are strides right?!