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Babies, Babies, Everywhere.

I feel like everyone I know is having babies. Literally, my Facebook Feed is covered in baby news – photos of bumps, announcements of impending parenthood, new babies in hospital hats and blankets. New life abounds.

My kids are in elementary school (I know; I look too young to have kids that old. Stop; you’re too kind!) The ol’ hubs and I decided several years ago that two is the perfect number of kids in our family, and (despite a couple of scares here and there) we’ve not wavered from that. We’re still not wavering, even with all of the cuteness thrust in our faces on a daily basis. (I mean this with total love, friends.) But there is something about holding a new baby, and smelling that New Baby smell, that gives my ovaries a little jolt.

Friends are growing babies, or bringing babies home, or snuggling babies. We have just become new parents again…to little baby chicks.

Yes. We now have five baby chickens, and they are so stinkin’ cute. See?
baby chicks

Seriously, I feel like they are now my babies. I just want to watch them as they climb all over each other, or huddle together for naps. I want to reprimand them when they tussle, and cuddle the fluff off them. And it’s not just me – my kids are enchanted by the chicks. I caught them laying on the floor by the cage, blissfully watching the chicks be chicks.

The first night, after all the lights were shut off and the kids put to bed, the chicks were quiet for more than a couple minutes straight. I felt the urge to run into the kitchen to check on them, to make sure they were all still alive and breathing. I restrained myself to a brisk, yet quiet, walk. (They were fine – all sleeping, huddled together in a downy pile of cuteness.)

So, this is what happens when your biological clock still has a little life in it, but is overruled by your practicality – you compensate by adopting baby animals.

I feel like an idiot.

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Cough, Cough…Excuse Me, Your Rudeness Is Showing

Today, my son and I were sitting in the Imaging Center’s waiting room – my son needed to get some chest x-rays to rule out pneumonia. He was coughing (hence the need for the x-rays), but doing a great job of covering his mouth (coughing into his elbow, like we’ve been teaching him to do since he was a toddler).

A lady waiting for her own x-rays comes into the room and sits behind him. She hears him cough and asks me if he’s sick.

“Yes,” I said, “but he’s really good about covering his mouth.” As she could see, because he just did it.

“I’m just going to sit over here,” she says, moving as far across the room as she can. “Little kids don’t understand how germs spread.”

Uhh…excuse me? He’s covering his mouth, and she was sitting back-to-back with him, with the backs of two chairs separating them.

Following this pronouncement, her phone rings and she commences a rather loud conversation that probably should have waited until she was in a private setting, given what I could hear (i.e., everything she said).

I wanted to tell her that my 6-year-old, sitting quietly without disturbing anyone, has better manners than she. I’m just going to tell all of you instead.