If you were to ever meet me in real life, you would find out rather quickly that I am done with having babies. That ship has sailed. And 99.9% of the time I am happy with our decision which is good because those baby making parts...they are kinda of missing. Soo, babies are adorable and I LOVE to hold them but, also, LOVE to give them back to their parents. It's not something I long for anymore. I have 3 gorgegous children who are all at perfect ages where I no longer have to wipe bottoms, follow them every where around the house, or worry if they wake up before me because they might hurt themselves or destroy something. They are all at, for the most part, self sufficient ages. The exception being Miss Squeaky who still needs her Momma but not quite like babies do.
Now with saying all that, my heart does this little flitter thing when I see this baby right here. And then that way in the past distant ache occurs and I actually find myself almost wishing I could have more babies. But I would want it to be a HE and to be as chubby as this one. Tell me this sweet precious thing doesn't make your heart just melt. Oh the cheeks. And the belly roll. They just do me in every single time my cousin sends more pictures. He is scrumptious. His nickname from us is "Chunk Ball" and I am in love. Oh and have I mentioned that he is only 6 weeks old? Isn't he huge?!!
I blame the desire on the fact that they live several states away and I don't get to hear him cry. Because when babies cry now, I physically cringe when I see the exhausted mom behind the baby. Because I like my sleep. My sanity depends on it.