Babies

Seems like yesterday that my own were babies.
My own monsters.
My own terrorists.
My own wonderful, special, funny girls.

Yesterday I counted toes and fingers and fought the urge to bite little bottoms!

Nope , not a paedophile. Just LOVE little bottoms.

Been thinking a lot lately of Beans meteoric rise to adulthood.
Last night was chilly, so spent the evening in my room under the covers with my other girl child. She's 18, but I guess she'll always be my baby. We watched a particularly sad episode of Greys and we both balled.
How cool to share this with my baby girl.
Other half was in the lounge watching MotorGP.

Don't breathe a word now, but how I would love to hold a little bundle of sweet smelling baby.

No - not mad. Don't want my own. The cycle of life is telling me its time.

Grand children time.

Now - who's grand children can I adopt, cause my girls are NOT having babies now.