Oh, frabjous day! I got to hold two ... count 'em ... TWO babies on Saturday. The first, a tiny baby boy named Easton, just two days old when I cradled him in my arms. Precious and adorable and perfect in every way. And then, a few hours later, a sweet and precious eight-week old little girl, chubby-cheeked and bright-eyed.
My goodness I do so love me some babies.
Easton is my colleague's newborn, born via C-section Thursday, Oct. 30. His wonderful mother taught seventh-graders all day long just one day before his birth. And now she has ten weeks with her cutie-pie. I'm going to miss her at school; I don't think she's going to miss school. Hmn ... let's see ... how to choose: Brand-new little one or 100-plus hormonal pre-teens?
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Baby Number Two is my sis's niece. I'd gone for my niece's birthday (She's three! "Free" as she pronounces it!) and there! as a bonus treat for me was a little one to cuddle.
So of course my baby fever is back in full swing. Feeling the aging ovaries pining away for what was once an option. It's times like these I always ask myself What Were You Thinking, Having Only Three Children?
It's really what I do best in this world, mothering. Domesticity delights me.
Hopefully the grandma years aren't too far away ... .
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So of course my baby fever is back in full swing. Feeling the aging ovaries pining away for what was once an option. It's times like these I always ask myself What Were You Thinking, Having Only Three Children?
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See my previous comment.
If only they stayed babies for a little while longer! I don't long for more babies as much as I long to see my own children in their baby/toddler form again.
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