Babies!

I went over to my dear friend Danielle's house last night for a little game night double date, plus, I wanted to see her little one -- a three-month old girl named Belle. I've seen her pictures on Facebook, and for some reason, I look at that kid's perfectly shaped head and think: "I WANT ONE!"

I was a bit nervous to go to their house, because I was worried that Belle's cuteness would leave me wanting nothing more than to have babies myself. I'd like to not cause myself unnecessary heartache, seeing as this may just be the worst time ever to be pining for le babies because of school, work, finances and blah blah blah life plan blah blah blah.

Weellll, that didn't happen.

I walk in and am like "GIVE ME YOUR BABY!" So, naturally, Danielle hands over the little lady, and of course, the adorable little thing starts crying. and CRYING. and CRYING.

And this basically sums up my feelings at the time:

I've unrealistically thought in the past that  I was somewhat of a baby whisperer. OK, not really, but I remember my nephew Christian really liking me a lot -- that was FOUR years ago -- and I was the only person that he would stay still for to cut his nails. So, naturally, I think I am a baby guru.

Four years is a long time, and every ounce of baby knowledge is pushed out of the window once little Belle looks up at me with the "WHO THE HELL ARE YOU!?" eyes. And then she starts crying. And I'm thinking, "How old is this baby? Can she hold her head up? Should I hold her head up? Oh, no, she's still crying. Aaaand, here you can have her back now."

So. Lesson learned. I think I can still wait a few more years for the kids. If I ever forget again, I'll just find the nearest three-month-old and hold it until it cries.