If you are reading this, you probably know that I'm a little bit wacko. I vehemently dislike Walmart enough to not vote for my city to get there hunger money (I know, I'm a bad person). I'm a liberal Mormon. I got married at 18. I let my hairs clog the bathtub but freak out over left-out banana peels (just ask my husband). I don't think it is such a horrible idea to remove toys from happy meals (do we need to give kids more of a reason to eat horrible food?).
But you may not know, I'm sort of obsessed with babies. Recently on Netflix I've watched Babies, the Science of Babies, Juno, the Business of Being Born, and Nine Months. I find myself talking with friends, family, and coworkers who are pregnant or are mothers as if I were in the same situation, recalling stories and information as if I were an expert. But I'm not. I find it so fascinating, the formation of a human being, and the development of babies into children and adults. Their ability to learn and grow, and mimic and create. I love to watch kids think, especially when they are first learning to talk, that look on their face as they come up with a string of words that actually make sense. I see the hilarious and amazing things my nieces and nephews do, and I am fascinated. I get this mixture of excitement for and jealousy of the people around me experiencing this amazing thing. Don't get me wrong, I'm very much enjoying the phase of life that I am in right now, with the independence that it brings. I just look forward to the other phases too. And don't be weirded out if I suddenly become a lot more interested in you when you get pregnant.
Oh, and PS, I'm an aunty again, as of last night. Welcome to the world, baby boy!
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