I came back from a baby shower this afternoon, which is always a lovely affair, and becoming more rare an occurrence these days, given the general age of my friends and I. But it's a wonderful thing - welcoming a new baby, that is. In this case: twins.
And as I return home, musing about the stage in my life that is gone... the anticipation of a huge change in the life - a shift that can never be unshifted again, but that becomes your new normal... the newness of infants... I'm glad it's not me. Really, I'm done having babies, thanks.
Tonight I came home, wanting to look into the changing face of my last infant, my baby girl who is no longer a baby, I am met with a small child, singing along to Katy Perry on the iPad at the top of her lungs...
Let's go all the way tonight
No regrets, just love
We can dance until we die
You and I, we'll be young forever
Holy crap. What? Holy Crap! WHAAAAAAT??!
How does she know all the words? I have no idea - we don't do Top-40 radio around here much. I certainly never listen to these tunes... all I know is I hate you, Katy Perry. And I hate you, iPad.
Oh my god.
Tonight, babies feel like a much better idea than four-and-a-half year old girls.
Please stay small for a little while longer, okay?