Baby HandsWelcome back Jenn!
Oh thank you Jenn, it's good to be back.
It's been almost a year since you've written anything...what's the deal?
Well, Jenn, since you asked, I've had nothing good to say.
Ok, so I assume that since there's a new post, you now are overflowing with wise words?
Well, let's just see how this goes before we go around making grand claims like that, Jenn.
How true, I should have learned my lesson the last time during the PVC/Trex incident.
Let's not bring that up. Instead let me tell you about "Baby Hands."
So, for the record, I am not referring to my abnormally small fingers that I get teased about constantly and have doomed my one-time dream of playing the guitar ever since I first heard Eric Clapton. No friends.. I am talking about hands that SMELL like babies.
A co-worker brought in her two-month old little girl. She's cute, but honestly, I didn't even really get up to go swoon over her like all the other women in the office. Just wasn't feeling it. Anyway, before I knew it the baby was shoved in my arms like fragile but heavy sleeping gurgling sack of oranges. Now my hands smell like a baby girl. (Well they did. Obviously I washed them.)
Yes, I have 3 or 4 good friends who have infants and toddlers. Two have boys and two have girls - you know who you are. James and Mason, for example, are of the "cuter than any other kid" varities. Love 'em. But in general I think I have to claim those famous words, "I'm not a kid person." Yikes. I probably won't win any contests with that - but at least I'm honest.
It comes down to perspective. From my perspective, I should not be subjected to your kids hour-long temper tantrum while you finish your meal. Sure, call it "Teaching him a lesson" but all it's really doing is providing a good reason for me not to have any of my own.
Ok, I need to go re-wash the baby powder smell off my hands. I think this is going to take a while.