Babies are way too cute, sigh.

I have never been so excited to meet someone, not even Misha Collins (waits for collective gasp). Yeah, I know. It seemed only yesterday when Hannah let me feel her bump while it moved under my hand, there was actually a person in there, what? My sister, Hannah had a baby boy, Who was born two weeks ago this morning, I was itching all last week to meet him because my dad sent me a picture and he is so cute! Last weekend I went to visit with my dad and the first thing I noticed is that he's tiny. I expected babies to be small but this kid is tiny, he was asleep when I first held him and then we had a lovely cuddle and he told me all the gossip from the womb. But seriously, he was staring at me mouth wide open. I nearly died. To make it worse he has a little blue seat for the bath with fishies and turtles on it, so damn cute. I understand now why bloggers blog about being mummies so much, I'm only his aunt but I'm so incredibly proud of him and my sister that I literally showed everyone the pictures. Babies are way too cute, sigh.

The only place better than the internet.

I would just like to clarify the only place better than the internet is a place that has internet, whoops.

Curled up in my duvet is where I belong. You can’t deny it we all feel that way sometimes. There’s something about my home that’s very appealing. It could be my family (when they wanna be nice), my mom who provides me with comfort and security. Or my sister who (unknowingly) hives me unlimited outfit choices and gives me someone to moan at when I’m moody. (I apologise.) Either way it wouldn’t be the same without them.

It also wouldn't be the same if it wasn't warm. I know, I know. It sounds weird, but you don’t really want to be distracted from the latest episode of 90210 because of chattering teeth. Do ya now? This isn't always understood by my mom because of heating bills-whoops!

Then if that isn't enough take a few (exhausting but) short steps upstairs and you’ll find my bed, where the magic happens. By magic I mean blogging, instagram stalking and excessive supernatural watching. Duh.

If I'm being completely honest though the most exciting thing about it is the food, haha. The smell of spaghetti bolognese or roast dinners that wafts from room to room is sensational, but actually eating the food... That’s even better. My house is the best umbrella, if it stars to rain we can all head to mine and play just dance.Most of all though you shouldn't forget, home is where the wi-fi is.

The below photo is so not staged.