I made a mistake this evening. I learned that hormonal, pregnant women shouldn't sit around and look at pictures of their baby-who-is-no-longer-such-a-baby. It makes them crazy.
As I watched these pictures of teeny little Jack, little, bald Jack who couldn't even sit up, much less run up and practically tug my pj bottoms off while screaming "bananananana!" or ride a skateboard or eat with a fork, I began to feel a sense of panic as I realized my baby is rapidly growing up. So fast. Tomorrow morning I will probably go to wake him up and discover he has a beard. And a wife. He's going to turn into a big, hairy man and I'll have no baby to snuggle.
I told Tyler that I need another baby. He reminded me that I DO have another baby coming very soon. I explained to him that THAT baby will magically grow up overnight too and then we'll need a replacement baby and so on and so forth. I told him that we are going to have to keep re-stocking babies, possibly for the rest of my life and at least until the previous babies begin providing me with grand-babies. I told him that I was going to become one of those women who make the tabloids for having 35 children or a baby at age 67. That we were going to have to have a million babies so I'd always have a little person to snuggle. That I have incurable baby mania.
He told me to go read a book or eat something or something. Instead I resisted the urge to go wake Jack up for a not-so-little-baby snuggle and came to my blog instead.
Lesson to hormonal, pregnant women: Learn from me. Don't look at baby pictures. Go read a book or eat something or something.
And if you have a teensy, tiny baby---snuggle it for me!
1 comment:
so sweet. you're a good momma!
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