Okay, I am admitedly NOT a "baby person"...I don't like to hold babies or make creepy baby sounds when I see a little one. I don't particularly care for crying, poop, diapers or nasty baby food. I don't really like things that cannot tell me what they need or want; geez, I already date women...it's hard enough to get a "straight" answer from them about their needs and wants...but that is another story for another day. Back to babies...so despite the fact that I believe I could possibly be a good mother if nature were to have some kind of intervention in the whole sperm+egg=baby equation, I have never really warmed up to the idea. But about a year ago, my sister had a baby...that's her up there...and not only am I completely obsessed with photographing the little bambino every time I see her, I actually fucking adore her. I don't know if it is some kind of narcissistic expression of self-adoration as she does look as dashing as her aunt Mary did when she was 2 years old, but I know I may be well on my way to reformation with regard to this discomfort with babies. How could you not with that SWEET face? Okay, I'm starting to scare myself. Maybe I should just go adopt another cat...from China, or Thailand, or Russia...or perhaps, I should just fix a cocktail and spend some quality time with my puppies.
Monday, March 27, 2006
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Okay, I am admitedly NOT a "baby person"...I don't like to hold babies or make creepy baby sounds when I see a little one. I don't particularly care for crying, poop, diapers or nasty baby food. I don't really like things that cannot tell me what they need or want; geez, I already date women...it's hard enough to get a "straight" answer from them about their needs and wants...but that is another story for another day. Back to babies...so despite the fact that I believe I could possibly be a good mother if nature were to have some kind of intervention in the whole sperm+egg=baby equation, I have never really warmed up to the idea. But about a year ago, my sister had a baby...that's her up there...and not only am I completely obsessed with photographing the little bambino every time I see her, I actually fucking adore her. I don't know if it is some kind of narcissistic expression of self-adoration as she does look as dashing as her aunt Mary did when she was 2 years old, but I know I may be well on my way to reformation with regard to this discomfort with babies. How could you not with that SWEET face? Okay, I'm starting to scare myself. Maybe I should just go adopt another cat...from China, or Thailand, or Russia...or perhaps, I should just fix a cocktail and spend some quality time with my puppies.
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Don't fall for the cute face, Mary. Babies cry constantly and smell like shit. Eventually, they become teens who cry constantly and smell like shit--unless they're using all the hot water in the shower.
I should know, I've had four.
YIKES! Don't worry...I am going to steer clear of any possibility of pro-creation unless The Almighty Lord were to intervene and call forth another immaculate conception.
I don't know nor have I ever known what to do with babies, either. They feel so breakable and mysterious to me. Guess I'll have to wait to have one of my own....
Your niece is adorable, by the way. All that innocent chub makes me want to squeeze her. My favorite thing about babies are chubby wrists and ankles.
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