My best friend of all time had her baby last week (a whole month early because she's got a sprinter on her hands - he came out with a lightening bolt bruise on his head). It worked out well for the both of us because she had just gotten her hair highlighted when her water broke and I still had time to see her and the little bugger before I got on my plane.
Staring at a newborn is a lot like looking at a lava lamp. You could do it for hours. They are positively the most alien, freaky, twitchy, smushy, soft-smelling things ever.
That is not a doll. That is a bundle of joy. Oh look! He yawned!
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