Four Babies

Dreamt of a baby born so hairy he had a full beard and mustache. It was very weird to see this little dark haired baby - I've seen hairy babies, but this dream baby was ridiculous. I don't really remember much else of the dream, except the image (now burnt into my brain) of this baby with a fumanchu. Why dreaming of babies?

Well, I became an aunt on Tuesday. Little Nix was a tiny baby, and so precious! There are adorable pictures out there of him in the ubiquitous terry cloth duckie robe. Even though every baby looks cute all bundled up to look like a towel duck, he looks the cutest.

A very close friend went into labor late Friday. After going to the hospital and talking with her for a bit, I went home, slept little, and then went back earlier than I ever get up on Saturdays. After peeking in for a moment, I let the almost-to-be-parents have their privacy and took care of some of my own errands. Coming back after two hours or so, yep, they were parents. I don't often feel homesick, but this was a clincher.

I take back everything I've ever said about babies. Maybe a few of them are misshapen and funny colored and alien looking, but the two this week were just perfect. The way they move and how they look, I guess not having first hand experience caused me to make up stuff in my head as something other than they actually are.

There are two more babies to come this year. My life is full of babies.