babies

"So how's she doing, mum?

She's been an angel, doctor!

Has she been weeing and pooing, then?

Oh, my word! lots!! and its green!!! "


Thats been my morning mantra for the last few months now.

cooing, crying, cuddly, cantankerous, startled little creatures.

the kicking and screaming evokes paternal aaws and oooohs...

the gurgly gobbledygook is described gorgeous...

they regurgitation at will ... and they poo for england.


there's something magical about how she will suck at my little finger when i stick it in her mouth. it's a little trick i use to keep her occupied, while i listen to her tiny heart go lub-dub.

her little fingers grab mine in a grip that is heart rendingly needy. and she yells in reproach when i flip her over my arm to inspect her.

its the little boys that are a worry. they can aim very accurately when they wee. he ll go straight for the front of your shirt, or your face.


i love their littleness. the little fingers. the little toes. the little bat ears.the little red nose.

and then they grow up.