Chicklette

In a departure from the last two full-of-suck posts, today I am going to write about something cheerful! Chicklette! Two months later, I finally get to hold BFF Chica's little girl. (The first time I visited her, I was outranked by a grandmother.) She is gorgeous! And tiny! It is amazing how quickly you forget how small babies are when they are new. I still think of Q as my baby and he'll be two next month! Chicklette is so small that she fits in the crook of my arm. All of her! It made my uterus ache she was so precious.

Chica and her husband, Tall, seem to be above average in the coping-with-a-new-baby department. Chicklette is an "easy" baby and is already sleeping for up to seven(!) hours at a stretch. Also, Tall is like one drop away from being a woman where babies are concerned. They really do split the work down the middle. Wow. I wonder what that is like! On my last visit, he was holding Chicklette when I got there, passed her to me, made dinner for all of us, then fed Chicklette and put her to bed. OMG, I think that one sentence contained more domesticity than T has managed in the entire five years of our marriage!

Anyway, the visit was lovely. Chica is SO happy - if a little tired! I'm surprised I didn't sniff all of the (red!) hair right off of her head. Gotta love that new baby smell! And the teeny tiny butt! LOVE! And the perfect little baby Flintstone feet! Nom, nom, nom! Must. Eat. That. Baby.