Third Fourth

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.) 

19 hours old

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.