How could you look at this little face and not fall in love with it? I still want to cry when I see her.
[Edited 12/11/06 to add: baby pictures deleted.]
The above position was one I assumed for most of Sunday, when Luke and I made the trek to Indianapolis to visit Matt, Patty, and their sweet new baby girl, and even though my arms were about ready to fall off, I still couldn't let her go. She was such a good baby, sleeping most of the time, eating some, even smiling and picking her head up, certainly the sign of an advanced child.
When my mother was 25, she was ready to pop with her third child. I'm already three months in without showing any signs of babyhood for this calendar year. I'm still not married; hell, I can't even have a pet. But it felt so good to hold her. And it doesn't help that at least three women I know of at the college are pregnant, one friend is trying, and a member of my Internet posse is chronicling her current adventures with fetaldom. I may not have the money, or the space, or the common sense, or even a husband to make Lydia Beatrice legitimate, but I feel so ready. I have a baby temperature of 200 degrees and it's burning me alive.
Maybe I should buy a house or something. After all, property's pretty cheap around here, and anything that allows for a mini-something to enter my life is looking good to me.
Anna Banana!
Posted by: Luke | March 16, 2005 at 02:29 AM
I've found that once you start talking about buying property around here, there's no turning back.
You townie, you.
Posted by: Phil | March 16, 2005 at 03:21 PM
Just look at how much Anna loves her Aunt Breain.
Posted by: Anonymous | March 16, 2005 at 07:40 PM