Baby Boom (aka an excuse to post pictures of snuggly babies)

"You should feel happy, homes. I'm giving you and Vanessa the gift of life: sweet, screaming, pooping life. And you don't even have to be there when it comes out"

- Juno

When all of my friends were starting to get married someone warned me that my friendships would change after they got married.  I'm thankful though not surprised that they were pretty well wrong all the way across the board.  Babies on the other hand ARE the real game changers (though not necessarily in a bad way) and there is a baby boom going on amongst my friends. Primarily it's seriously damaging the variety in my happy hour friends.

I have friends who just love aaaalllll kids regardless of familiarity or cleanliness, and if there's a snotty nose or stinky fingers or poopy diaper to be changed within a 3 mile radius they are chomping at the bit to wash, wipe and re-cover.  While this may result in demerits against my hypothetical woman card, I've never really understood this.  I like to snuggle with baby-smelling tiny humans as much as the next person but when they require cleaning or feeding I like to hand them back over to their parents.  I limit that kind of activity to munchkins with whom I have the utmost familiarity. Specifically it's the ones whose parents I know well enough to be sure that they will still be my friend when they find out that Fun Aunt Anna let their toddler put chocolate sauce and caramel sauce on his ice cream while we watch our fave cartoons from the (horror of all horrors) new couch until the ungodly hour of 9 pm. I mean - what's the point of being Fun Aunt Anna if you don't get to break a few rules in the pursuit of fun-ness.

Two newbies have joined the ranks of chillin's I'll gladly snuggle and even clean if it becomes necessary.  

Grayson (aka G-man): 

Olivia Grace (aka Oli-G):

There are several more on their way and I'm excited to meet them.  Excited to meet them, snuggle them and then hand them back to their parents and then grabbing the Wes for a vodka drink in a smokey bar surrounded by people using foul language.  The more f-bombs the better!