I don’t think I have a case of baby fever, at the moment. The same cannot be said for many of my college compatriots, who I see swooning over the little ones running about campus with a hungry look in their eyes. They’re so ready.
I am so not.
I do not want diapers or dirty dishes or throwing up or all my money spent on all of the above.
But all of the cute fall and winter pictures of little hipster children? Yep. I’m there. I love them all. And a little bit of my heart cannot wait to dress my own in cute little pom pom hats and owl sweaters and baby slouchy boots and cart them around to parks and farmer’s markets and artisinal stores while we chatter amiably about the latest book that we have read together.
Le sigh. A girl can dream.
Little Eleanor from Love, Taza. She’s a girl after my own heart.
Curly haired little guy. My dream.
What could be sweeter?