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I spent about a week of spring break in Maine with my family. And for the first time, I brought along my six year old nephew, Lalo. I had thought about taking him with me for a while, but the opportunity just never came. So when flights were down to $170 roundtrip, I knew I just had to take him.
Then about three days after I booked the flight, I thought to myself, "Who voluntarily takes a 6 year old halfway across the country without his mother?" This girl, apparently. So then I spent the next couple weeks quietly panicking about what I had done and how I would keep him entertained for a week with no other kids in sight.
This is Harriet, my mom's puppy. She's a touch aloof. And by that I mean she could take you or leave you. And since I don't generally like dogs, I appreciate Harriet's disinterest. But she's just so darn cute.
And this is Bronx. He doesn't know you, but he loves you. And with that perfect little face, how can you resist? A bit jumpy for my taste at times, but a hit with equally enthusiastic six year olds.
Harriet and Bronx made this little auntie-nephew vacation a huge success. We passed the days with family and with puppies and with lots of little kisses.
I adored having Lalo with me. He has a delightful disposition and enjoys many of the things I enjoy. Namely hugs, morning cartoons and Target.
While I certainly don't plan on giving birth to one of my own any time soon, I was mildly encouraged that I could cohabit with a child for more than a day without desperately wanting to return him to his mother. In fact, I actually missed the little guy after our vacation.
A perfect little vacation in the midst of a somewhat stressful spring.
Oh and that little guy? He absolutely loved it. When our flight back to Chicago had landed, before we deboarded the plane, he turned to me and asked, "Can we go back again soon?"
Gladly, my friend.
And because this post doesn't have enough photos, let me leave you with these little faces: