my favourite person

As everyone who has read my (neglegted) crafty blog knows, I`ve got a nephew, little A. Yep, he`s the bald looking little fella in my user pic, though he`s not bald, he`s just got very fair hair. Sorry for everyone who thought it`s me and my kid in the pic - it didn`t occur to me until lately that people might think that! I didn`t mean to fool you.

And aren`t these photos just too cute not to be shown?




A and me met each other for the first time on a cold and sunny February afternoon. He was less than 24 hours old, being born the evening before. I don`t think I`ll ever forget how it was meeting him. He looked strange, solemn and old despite being so new. Soon after he was born it was like he`d always been here.




Look how stiff my arms are! I hadn`t held many babies before A.


I`ve had an opportunity of seeing A nearly every week of his life after our first encounter. I even worked as a part time nanny for him last winter. It`s been such a joy watching him grow from a tiny baby to a lively toddler. Plus we are really close, but being close to A`s mum, my sister, I couldn`t really think being any other way. When I was going through a rough patch last winter, A was somebody who always made me feel a little happier. And he still does, whenever I see him.

Moving into another town makes me worry a bit about my relationship with A. I believe I`ll continue being a special person in his life, and I know he will be in my thoughts as much as he is now (I think some of my friends are getting a bit tired of hearing about my extraordinarily smart and funny nephew), but it`s just not the same without my weekly visits. Still, I`m lucky to be moving only two hours away from Helsinki, and the way A keeps learning new words, he`ll be talking on the phone with me before I know it.