Babies
by x0oRHCPo0x on August 09, 2008Listening to: Lounge Act by Nirvana
Something you should know before I write this entry: The three things I like most in the world are Music, my friends, and waffle fries.
Well, my two little baby cousins were born on August 1st, 2008. The names are Chad and Ian and they are just effin adorable. It almost pisses me off how cute they are, because its unbelievable. Lieing babies upset me lol. I'm gonna visit them today with Joanne (aka mom), Mike (aka dad) and Steve (aka coolest brother ever. Please don't leave for college and stick me here with these morons.)
To be honest, I really want to see them. But I'm not good with very small babies. Yea, I know how to hold them and all that shizzit. But I hate it when they start spitting up and crying when you hold them (out of all people!). It's almost embarassing, cause you feel like everyone will be like "Dammit Michelle, you made the babies cry. What next? Are you going to abuse our dog?"
I heard this stand up comedian one time. He said that babies are so delicate and squishy, he's afraid that when he holds them, they'll just die in his arms. And everyone will be like "MIKE! You killed the babies!" Hahahahaha at the time. I'm thinking about it now, and I'm just saying: Those babies are probably going to die in my hands. Just my luck.
I like babies and all, they are very cute. But I prefer toddlers. Like 2, 3, and 4 year olds are awesome. I think they are the luckiest people in the whole world. They can believe anything they want to believe. They can be whoever they want to be and they don't give a flying shit if someone tells them otherwise. I wish I could be like that. Plus, they really do say the silliest things you have ever heard. I watched the PK-4 class at lunch everyday this schoolyear. I have to tell you-these kids touched my life. They were so cool, but if you really look at them, if you really get to know them, they teach you the most important things.
It made me sad that I couldn't love unconditionally like they could. That I couldn't let something go, apologize, and go play barbies and transformers like they could. Even that I couldnt just cry when something hurt me. I wanted that so badly, and I am getting better at it (well, beside the crying part. Oh, mommy kiss my boo boo).
Especially this slightly autistic kid who was in the class. He missed his mom so badly one day, he wouldnt stop crying. So I sat down and calmed him and we just talked and hang out for a half hour to help him. Oh, I never knew he could be so smart. But not like booksmart. He told me at one point, "Other kids are smerter than meee, but I love them and I don't care."
Can you belive that? A 4 year old told me that, and it was just so adorably incredible that he would think that. That he would say he loved these kids even though he didn't play with them (he sometimes didn't understand the games we played, but we tried to make it easy for them).
Peace, love, and waffle fries everyone.
I hope someone read this!
Is anyone reading it right now?
Can I say whatever I want and no one will find out?
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