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Of babies and more

I saw this post on Moo's blog and my total lack of imagination has led me to stealing an idea from her. I've hit new levels of pathetic. Along with new levels of melodrama. Anyway, this post made me think because maybe even a year or so back. I would have been right in there, shaking my head vigorously agreeing with her. I was the baby hater. I couldn't stand whiny, crying babies with a lot of demands. I was so anti-baby, that I even told my back up friend, y'know back up friend? Anyway, I made it clear to him from the very beginning that as and when we were married, we would adopt and not young babies but kids who were at the very least four years old.

I cringed when babies entered trains anticipating loud yells and an end to the peaceful ride home. I detested kids who entered buses and had to be given seats. Babies in shopping malls and theaters. Which is why my next statement will come as a big shock to a lot of people.

I've crossed over to the other side. *hangs head shamefaced*

I have started to like babies now and it astounds me too. When a baby enters the bus or the train I am in, instead of making disgusted faces, I coo and the first thought that comes to my mind is 'how cute'.

I think all the mommy blogs, I've been reading have gone to my brain. The mad momma, Kiran, Desigirl and Maggie. They're all to blame I tell you. Thanks to them, I want to go around hugging the Brat and the Bean. I want to hear babies mispronounce all their words. And just be freer and happier than we are generally. I think of Krish every time I go to Inorbit or I see a kid dressed in Spiderman.

Sigh. When did I take a 180 degree turn. Now if only the food blogs would make me want to cook.

Comments

I get you completely on this one. I am like that. I've not done a 180 degree flip yet but i can feel myself there...:)

and oh..thanks for stopping by at my blogs. glad to did. I always look forward to new friends
neha said…
i still havent done the 180 degrees flip and i am still not that fond of kids.. :(
Moo said…
LOL! How dare you convert? Come back over from the dark side, RIGHT NOW! :P
homecooked said…
LOL....theres still a lot of time for you to start cooking and having babies :)

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