So today is Cameron's first birthday, which means the weekend was his party. A party with a lot of babies. I love babies but even I was overwhelmed. There were like 6 kids under the age of 2 plus another kid or two, or three. Luckily the ratio of kids to adults was good. Still, whoa. Never. Opening. A daycare.
These events as well as the general status of our relationship led to many discussions with John about babies. All good, though we sometimes end up talking about the weirdest things. Key takaways:
Seeing babies makes me happy but does not yet make me want to go out and have them any time soon. Seeing John with a 1 yr old holding onto his fingers walking around the house? That's just trouble. I love babies learning to walk!
I am not capable of birthing a buffalo. (you had to be there, we're kind of nutty!)
If we have a daughter John will be that Dad with a shotgun and she will not be allowed to date until she's 30. Unless the guy is rich, then he's ok with an early marriage.
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