When My Babies Were Babies

I’m missing the time when my babies were babies.  Back when I could hold them and cuddle with them and tickle their little hands and squeeze their chubby little thighs.  Now when I try to cuddle my boys, they karate chop me.  When I try to cuddle my girls, they look at me like I’m a crazy loon.  No, I don’t want to have another baby–I’m way to old for that.  I just wish I could go back, for one day, to the time when my babies were babies.  If that were possible, they would look something like this:

Cecily Emma:

Benjamin Parker:

Noah Daniel:

Elizabeth Grace:

Just one day.  Is that too much to ask?  Sigh.

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3 comments

  1. Nomads By Nature · February 29, 2012

    Such cuties! I am sighing with you. I feel the same about mine.

  2. veda hale · February 29, 2012

    Yes, sigh, sigh. You trigger a great sympathy of sighs….can you hear them??
    Veda

  3. Carolyn · March 11, 2012

    I have felt this way many times myself. I wouldn’t want to go back to that time for long, because I would miss the amazing grown-up people my children have become. But just one day would be sweet.

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