I've always had this thing where babies launch themselves at me. They can't help it. It's like I'm a big beaming beacon and they just have to be in my arms or something. ….which really came as a surprise the FIRST time it happened with a stranger's baby because I was at work and waiting on a customer [retail job in high school] and her child actually leaped out of her arms into mine. I managed to catch him gracefully and held him for a bit while his mom did the oh my gosh did you see that thing ….he's never done anything like that….etc …etc….to everyone standing nearby. Then after I extracted my hair from his mouth where he was busily trying to cut a new tooth on it, I gave him back and he started to cry. So, I had to hold him and let him chomp on my hair the whole time I helped his mom find new shoes and then when we were done I could hear him crying all the way through the store after they left my department.
So this weekend when I was walking through the grocery store and a little bald headed big eared one toothed tot launched himself out of his shopping cart at me I wasn't surprised. His mom was, but I wasn't. And I know the visual that comes from that description isn't appealing, but oh my gosh was he cute. And since my hair is short now he didn't have anything to chomp on so except for a little drool on my lapel I came away from the encounter unscathed and smiling hugely.
Later that day I was driving to the park still basking in baby exuberance and noticed a couple of floppy eared dogs in the car in front of me running back and forth in the back of a smallish SUV. There's nothing odd about dogs in a car especially dogs in a car near the park. Hundreds of people walk their dogs in the park every day. But what is unusual is GOATS in a car. Because the dogs in the car in front of me weren't actually dogs, but miniature goats! Two miniature goats running back and forth looking out all of the windows seeing what they could see. It was adorable.
And speaking of adorable. There is an age when little girls LOVE the color purple. There is an age when little girls love tiaras[um…some girls never outgrow that one] And everyone needs sunglasses.
I decided that whoever invented them was probably a millionaire within a week.....a gazillionaire once they added the glitter....and wished I'd thought of it first.
[This has been an update of the things that swirl around in my brain. The thing that occurred to me when I was typing the first baby story was that he'd be grown now and only sixteen years younger than me. Wouldn't it be funny if I ran into him now? It would be like that scene in Here comes Mr. Jordan when the couple meets again after Joe's soul is put into a new body and the love interest looks at him and says ……"I don't know what it is…..it's just something familiar in your eyes……." ]