That's a Cute Baby...

After no less than 57 viewings of Teacher Kaffee baby's pictures on Life and Times, the girls were very anxious to meet their newest little cousin. (Technically 2nd cousin.. but at this point, does it really matter?)

After the visit, this is what I learned:

1. THAT... is a pretty baby. Beautiful. The kind of baby, you lay against your chest and can feel yourself letting him sink into your physical heart. The Mrs. did not exaggerate... not even a little. 

2. If you've heard mention from his mommy, he will not sleep during the night... I'm gonna have to guess, that is no lie. During our entire visit, Wilder was passed around like a doll. Without so much as a wiggle or fuss. Deeply asleep, smack in the middle of the afternoon. Resting up, for a long night, I suppose.

3. My kids, look cute holding a baby.  Even little Tink, whom typically remains totally indifferent to most people or things, which do not directly affect her daily existance. All three kids, asked when we were getting our new baby. Ouch.

4. Baby stuff continues to become even cooler, with each passing month a child is born.  Items, I had purchased just 3 years ago... already seem antique.  How is it possible, receiving blankets have become awesome-er?? And I'm pretty sure Wilder's playpen (if it's even called that anymore) was practically robotic!  Lights, bells, whistles, canopies, mechanical arms folding from below to burp the baby for you...

Last: My baby fever is NOT diminishing with age.  If anything... it's gone into hyper drive.  I literally could have melted that baby into my neck and snuck out the door with him.  Ugh!! To the Powers that Be.  One more baby, wouldn't have been too much!

From Wilder's Driveway, I texted Coach the following:

I want a Baby.

He replied: Well, you can't have one.

To which I replied: You're mean.

He then declined to answer.

Therefore: Please contact me

at 1-800-trustoriesneedsanotherbaby

if you've got an extra laying around... or think being a totally free surrogate sounds like a super fun idea.  But... maybe don't ask to speak to Coach.

Otherwise... Somebody or Someone Else...

is gonna have to make me an aunt again. Soon!