tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28749745.post7777665646978700971..comments2023-10-21T09:53:54.697-05:00Comments on La Casa de Sara: Babies Make People CrazySarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00889831420685905418noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28749745.post-72726838949431909752009-04-02T00:17:00.000-05:002009-04-02T00:17:00.000-05:00you've got me giggling so much i'm afraid i might ...you've got me giggling so much i'm afraid i might wake Pebbles (she's sleeping in the office of my parents' house where i'm typing).<BR/>my favorite baby insanity memory with her is the way people would come toward me when I was wearing her in the Baby Bjorn, which was pretty much always. There's be the smiling approach, and I'd think, "I must know this person, because they are so friendly!" But then so often the smile would evolve into a cuckoo Jim-Carrey-esque baby cooing session, and I'd think, "Oh, I must be extra nice because you are mentally disturbed or have a huge tic!" Until I would finally realize that all this enthusiasm was aimed not at my face but a few inches lower, at my baby.<BR/>Disconcerting.<BR/>But now that I don't have a newborn at the moment, I'm a helpless baby cooer. The word "tiny" escapes my mouth, and believe me, when I say "tiny," it is a euphemism for "scrumptious morsel of itty-bitty adorableness." And also, even tho I have a toddler the size of many 1-year-olds, I can never get over how TINY newborns are, even full-term ones.<BR/>However I hardly ever tell moms I want to eat their babies. That's just weird.Carriehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05178926995057789119noreply@blogger.com