I love babies. Chubby cheeks, rosy lips, dimpled hands… I love the way they smell, and how they study every little detail by putting everything they touch into their mouths.
French Husband's cousin lives nearby, he and his wife have a baby girl. A darling lollipop blue eye baby girl. The other day I asked if I could babysit her when they needed a break, or when they wanted to have some time together… they were happy I asked. I told them I needed to have some baby time and so if they didn't mind I would love to watch her. Yesterday they called and I got to cuddle up with their doll baby.
The best medicine for me is to spend time with a baby.
We played outside with the kitty, and a ball. We went for a walk where most of the time she picked up things; a piece of grass, some rocks, a fallen leaf, a dead bug, and she put her hand in a puddle. I think we walked about ten feet, but it was an adventurous ten feet. We sat on the curb and watch some nine year olds ride their bikes up and down the road. You know when you are a baby, big kids are really, really cool.
When we went back into the house, she was puckered out and needed a nap. I wanted to wake her up so we could play but I didn't… she slept about an hour.
While I prepared her bottle she found the biscuits, and managed to take them out of the box. Babies are really fast about getting into things they are not suppose to get into. She didn't want to eat them, so she fed them to me while I gave her the bottle. We were sharing. I ate alot of biscuits, I didn't have the heart to tell her I didn't like them.
I needed to hold a baby… the sweetest love is baby love.
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