Endless fascination

It is the babies man, endless fascination. Since all my friends are either growing them inside or outside. As this spring comes I am making the rounds and visiting each new one as it arrives and once its mother has emerged from the utter shell shock of their arrival. Going to see each one and their unique ways of shaking, jiggling, rocking, juggling baby, bottle and nappy. I love it though. Best of all I love to see the faces of my friends and their behaviors reflected in their offspring. You have to wheedle it out from the partners influence but in a very yin yang sense you see that which has come male line and that which comes female. Today I am in Cheltenham and my friend's new baby was introduced this morning. First thing that I see as he is passed to me is that look of consternation I have seen so often in my friends face. There is the slender nose, face much chubbier eyes wrong colour but the look is the same. Daddies eyes, mummies pursed lips.

Just last weekend I was out with another friend and we were sat in her car and her daughter was sat in the back in her car seat chatting along endlessly to herself. I don't know where she gets it from said she. Hmmph I thought to myself and was unable to resist mentioning. For the last several years when daughter was pre and early verbal mother was the one chatting endlessly to daughter informing her of all that was going on and all that she was doing and seeing. Where I wonder could this ability to chat in an endless stream of babble been learnt from? Not from Daddy who is more of a stoic character. His son takes after him sat happily quiet and self contained while mother and daughter compete for verbal airspace.
Yes though I want one of my own, until which time as I have my nest ready I am delighted to share in those of my friends who do offer endless fascination and a the opportunity to leave behind nappies and head for the peace and toy free sanctuary of my tiny clothes free home.