I am a sucker for babies.
Dream job? Professional Baby Holder and Snuggler. As long as I have a team of subordinates to do the feeding, changing, wiping, and worrying. I want to be the CEO of Babies: reaping all the benefits without doing any of the actual work.
The older, bigger versions of babies have always been less appealing. I’ve said it before, but it bears another saying: I don’t get kids. They are odd. Yours, of course, are precious. But random kids at the park, a restaurant, anywhere on earth, are annoying.
I’m getting better, though. The older my kids get, the more comfortable I get with the random, annoying element. It’s easier to talk to them now. It turns out, kids are just small people. And some of them have funny, smart things to say. Some of them are still annoying.
Back to babies. I love them all, but I do love mine the most. Although they’re now 5 and 2, I can look at baby pictures and be instantly transported to our early months. Sure, some of it is a blur. And some of it kind of sucked. So much of it, however, was bliss. And though they’re turning into big kids faster than I gave them permission to do so, my heart remembers.
My heart remembers tiny boys whose bottoms fit in the palm of my hand. My heart remembers napping with a warm baby on my chest. My heart remembers the bounce-and-sway, bounce-and-sway, bounce-and-sway, repeat.
I’m certain the big kids will continue to warm my cold, weirded-out cockles, but that doesn’t mean I won’t keep the baby memories tucked away in my heart. And of course, I have my pictures. So when Shell, after the wildly successful Rockin’ the Bump link-up, decided to follow up with Rockin’ the Baby, how could I not?
I was tempted to link up albums-worth, because let’s face it: babies are cute. I-want-to-put-them-in-a-pita-pocket-with-some-hummus-and-eat-them-up cute. {Please note there is no cannibalism going on here. Once again, I find myself asking you not to call the authorities.}
Instead of fretting over whether or not I’m eating babies, how about you look at some pictures:
H, who was 5 lb. 11 oz. at birth. He was in preemie clothes for about five minutes before he caught up and put on a few ounces.
This one has always cracked us up. Thoughtful Baby H, around five weeks old here, but already sporting some male-pattern baldness.
H, at seven months.
P, doing his thoughtful pose, just like big brother. He's two days old here, still in the hospital where we sat in a chair and nursed and nursed and nursed for three days.
Best way to nap. P, around five weeks old here.
P, five months, in my favorite white outfit. I love babies in white and cream; so impractical, but so precious.
***
Just a little note to tell you Eli Rose is featuring my professional writing services today. If you’ve ever thought about hiring an editor or writer to help with your blog or business, head on over to see how I can make you look like a rock star (or any other cool persona you want to impersonate).
Lapsed homemaker. Looking to hire a full-time housekeeper who will work for the sheer joy of a job well done and free coffee. Interested parties, DM please. 
You might want to check around you, because I may have just eaten them up. So. Cute!
I need to get on board with this link up today…
From their baby pics, they look like 2 totally different kids. Do they both have different features now that they’ve grown up some? I love how babies sleep with their arms all up in their own grills. 🙂
My baby Luke, 7 months now, always has one finger in his mouth…while babbling, while laughing, while crying. Sometimes while eating.
Your little ones were GORGEOUS. I’m going through these posts picking my fav and my fav here is H in the stripped sleeper. If that’s not trouble, I don’t know what is.
I’m also a little annoyed by older kids. It’s like I don’t understand children any older than my own. Which is a lot of kids.
Gah, nom nom nom!!
That’s my version of baby talk.
They are ADORABLE.
I love these babies! The thoughtful poses are the best, as is the sleeping on the chest. Ver’ cute.
Yes! I feel this way about puppies and kittens too! I visited a friend with 4 wk old puppies yesterday – you nailed it perfectly I could have eaten them with hummus as well. My boys are 8 and 6- so the annoying factor is on high right now but I am cherishing the more human moments we have these days. The little important conversations we have and the ones that are to come- ” but how does the baby get in your belly? ….mama is too tired for that conversation…ask me tomorrow,k?”
Oh, I love the itty bittiness! And babies in white. And Shell’s entire Rockin’ the Baby blog hop, for that matter.
That picture of your son napping on your chest is to-die-for.
Oh, my! Darling, darling babies. I think you make such cute ones that you should not stop at 2!!!! xoxox
We obviously would combine to be a normal person because I love kids but don’t at all get babies!
p.s. I totally thought this post was going to include food shaped into a baby.
Definitely want to eat them up!!!
And I love babies in white. The outfits don’t last long, but they are SO sweet!
I used to LOVE napping with the babies. Some of the best sleeps ever. So sweet.
I’ll take them with a side of chubby legs
I love your dream job. I pretty much snuggle any newborn I can and give them back when they fuss. It helps my urge to have another… 🙂
Ha ha ha, loved the male pattern baldness photo 🙂
The pita & hummus comment made me snort and the baldie photo/caption is PRICELESS! Love it, Missy!
😉