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Sep. 30th, 2001 10:42 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
There is something strangely attractive about tossing the plan I have been working on and going the exact opposite way. Go off, get married, have tons of kids and drive them all to soccer practice in my SUV. Last night at the movies there was a family in the back row. They had a little boy who looked to be about 3 or 4, and a tiny little baby girl who couldnt have been older than 9 months. The little boy and I shared a little grin and a wave, and I just wanted to scoop him up and ask to hold the little girl too.
Ahhh, I hate the baby aches. Every once in a while I get this urge to be surrounded with little babies who smell like baby powder and curl their little fingers around your hands. The best feeling in the world is a sweet little baby sleeping on your chest.
Who is this typing? Where is Krissy Monchichi and what have you done to her?!
Ahhh, I hate the baby aches. Every once in a while I get this urge to be surrounded with little babies who smell like baby powder and curl their little fingers around your hands. The best feeling in the world is a sweet little baby sleeping on your chest.
Who is this typing? Where is Krissy Monchichi and what have you done to her?!
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Date: 2001-09-30 09:06 pm (UTC)Of course, the worst sound in the world is a baby screaming at the top of his or her lungs.
It makes you want to cry with her, but that won't help. You look into your bag of tricks and try to make her stop. But, nothing will work. She is mad/sad/tired/hungry and she wants the world to know it.
Don't even get started on the dirty diapers!
Oh, and when they fell down the steps trying to show you their best toy, and they put a gash on their head, plus they broke their favorite toy. So, they are crying and crying, because you can't piece either thing back together.
Other than that kid's are fun.
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