Momma comes from a family of four kids, Daddie a family of five. Needless to say between the two, I have cousins. Lots and lots of cousins. Some I’ve known all my life and grew up with, others who I didn’t know existed until I met them.
I can’t tell you how many times I’ve heard, “This is Johnny. He’s you Nana’s cousin’s son’s nephew’s whatever.” (You get my point.) That being said, I know my third and fourth cousins. In fact, I call two of my second cousins both Aunt because….well, I don’t really know why, but I’ve called them Aunt for 22 years so why stop now.
Anyhow, my third cousin had her third baby last night and that means I have three fourth cousins now. (Most people don’t know their second cousins, I know. My family is weird.)
He isn’t mine, so I won’t show his whole face, but those lips! Oh, good heavens, those lips. He’s scrumptious! There aren’t many things sweeter than a newborn and all that cuteness does not help the fact that I want a baby. I need to find me a husband (and job!) ASAP so I can have me
one some of these.
I wanted to take him home, but I’m 99.9% the police frown upon that and I don’t really want to be on the 10 o’clock news. Classes start Monday.
I guess for now I’ll go work on finishing college so when I find said husband and have said babies, I can afford to feed them.