March 24, 2012

I’ve never really had the ability to express how I feel when I see a wee bairn (that’s Scottish for little baby) so damn cute that it makes me completely mentally ill & cray cray for the behbeh.*

Today, my dear friend Blair posted a picture of her darling 10 month old Reese on Facebook that our mama friend Nishani Pierre-Louis, kids photographer extraordinaire took…and I got that crazy-eyed, baby-fever, maniac feeling inside my loins.  If babies stayed 10 months old forever, I’d make Michelle Duggar look like a babymakin’ dilettante.  But, they don’t.  Once they start walking, talking and having OPINIONS…oh, fuck.  It’s just over. 

 
Currently Finn is entering his “terrible two’s” which Aila never had but she’s deep in what I call her “traumatizing three’s” (me being the one who is officially traumatized).  This simultaneous explosion of personality and daily, multiple, tandem and tag team meltdowns is damn near killing the little bit of will I had to go on…most days I look like the mother I said I WOULD NEVER LOOK LIKE.  My hair is officially a disgusting, (unintentionally) dreaded ball of grease and if I can get one eyebrow drawn on it’s usually askew and crooked.  I’m a mess and it’s ALL THEIR FAULT DAMMIT.

So, I had to reflect, when seeing wee Reese in all her chubby-armed, gummy-smiling glory in Blair’s arms on those days of yore when my horrific toddler & pre-schooler were deliciously juicy bundles of cute and pure joy.

The ONLY articulation of how a 10 month old makes me feel is this classic and PERFECT scene from “Raising Arizona” where Ed sees Nathan Jr. for the first time after Hi steals him from the nursery and she just gets bezerkers bonkers for that baby.  “I LOVE HIM SO-HO-HO-HO MUUUUUCH!!!”  Yeah, that about sums it up, right?  When you see a baby that makes you feel like having baby #3, you want to just break down and cry: you know that baby would fill you up with so much joy but that it would eventually grow past 10 months old (they just do, I don’t know where the button is to stop it) and then, well, I’d be crying for a whole other reason.  And it would be a lot worse than Ed’s meltdown.

*Well, most babies…some have faces that are stank and I don’t wanna love them up AT ALL…they’re usually in Bugaboos for some reason.

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