memories of babies, not mine

I am an avid reader of Cool Mom Picks (I've got an ultra cool button for them on my right sidebar there. See it? Yep, that's it!) Right now CMP is throwing an online baby shower for one of their own. How sweet! It's a wonderful world when folks from all over the planet and can get together from the far reaches of The Middle of No Where to virtually attend a party!

Well, this fabulous party is being sponsored by beau-coup.com, and they are offering presents for the "attendees"! So naturally, you know, "I'm in!". The rules are; post your own memory about the days when baby was new to the world. (And your eyes were extremely blood shot) The neat thing is, it doesn't have to be about your baby. I could seriously go on about Molly-Fae to strangers on the street but, this lil' contest prompted memories of the days when my twin goddaughters were fresh in this world.

Jessica and Samantha were born in 1988 to my BFF. Eight minutes apart, they each weighed about 6lbs...that's "chunky" for twins, isnt it? Anyway ... I can remember spending days and nights with their mom, helping her out. They weren't overly demanding, and they looked like bald little boys but, I was so proud to be their honorary aunt and godmother. (I still am) They slept straight thru the night, not to be shaken awake by the sounds of Mtv being cranked up too high when something we especially liked came on LOL I'd love to sneak into their room, cribs next to each other, and just watch them sleep. Even breaths, quiet little sighs. I'd pat their little baby butts and giggle at their bald heads. They were so small and dainty, and they've grown into beautiful women with their own apartments and careers, with aspirations for a bright future.

I look at them now and sometimes feel "olde" but, according to them, I'm still way cool. And that's what matters.

Thanks for letting me share my memory. Love you, my beautiful girls.