More Babies

I can't help myself; I love babies. That statement could be frightening to a man who is not quite ready to fathom the transition from evenings of draught beer to evenings of infant goober. As such, a woman who utters the blanket statement "I love babies" without further clarification risks flaring the otherwise dormant fault line of separation between herself and her significant other.

To a woman "I love babies" means just that; she enjoys being in the presence of cuddly, giggly, warm, drooling little people who willingly indulge her nurturing instincts. To a man, "I love babies" implies an over-active, calculated and eager biological clock preying on his uncharacteristic submission to monogamy.


Cookie teaches Lil' Second Cuz all about narcissism.


Lil' Second Cuz enjoys a new play thing; Cookie's hair.


Auntie Cookie will have to work on convincing Little Timmy that dill pickles ARE the greatest.


Cookie sneaks a snuggle with a friend's sweet little meatball.


What Cookie's college roommate did post-Cookie.

Just be certain that when you're making googly faces over your best friend's six-month-old son in the presence of your man that you stress the word "eventually" throughout the conversation. That way he can rest assured that he's not alone in his desire to cling as long as possible to those late, champagne-fused evenings undisturbed by the wails of diaper-rash.