I couldn't possibly come up with a better way to spend a few hours of joy than with a bouncing baby; even though every time I do, I am reminded that I don't look nearly mature enough to have one of my own, but more like a scared babysitter.
This Thanksgiving I had plenty of squirmy wormy time with one of the cutest in the whole world, my second cousin Braden, a smiley bundle of joy who delivered for hours of squealing delight.
It works out for everyone involved. While you can enjoy the smell of baby's brand new skin, the touch of soft baby hair, and the excitement of holding a new life in your arms, mommy and daddy can take a break for once and relax with some Baileys.
Baby time is also good for your muscles. After two days of baby holding I got “baby arms” – sore muscles that have made me walk around like a T-Rex and make it difficult to pull my pants up.
It's rare that we get to see many babies, but happily we're getting to the age where some friends are having or have had their own.
I always am encouraging people to make more babies for me to play with, so why not you?