The Life of My Nephew

About a year and a couple months, my sister told everyone that she was pregnant. All of us were happy, but my dad didn't seem so happy. When she was about three months, he finally said he would support her. 6 months later my nephew was finally born.
My sister had basically everything (but 2 things). My sister came back home and about 5-8 months

later, it got real (real difficult). At months he understood most of what we said (in English of course). At 10 months he began standing pretty well by himself and picked up and attitude. At the middle of 11 months he began trying to walk (all time is 28 steps).

During this time he had so much stuff in my room, my other sisters room, the living room, and the attic. Each month there was more and more stuff (he wanted so many toys). There was basically no such thing as a "free baby zone". One day, I looked my room and thought it could be better than the living room. Overtime my room was more spacious. It's still cramped in there but I'm making some progress. Maybe some day I could add just a small piece of furniture (like a small drawer).