It's Time.

While shopping last night, I saw them.

Everywhere I glanced, they were there.

Their chubby little faces, their soft skin with its powdery smell, their gurgly noises, their terry cloth miniature clothes, their feathery hair.....Oh baby baby baby.

Gently cradled by their fortunate, abundantly blessed mommies and daddies, babies. Sweet, exquisitely beautiful, precious and glorious babies. The wondrous freshness of new life in an embodiment of what is most innocent and pure on this earth.

It was like baby palooza.

If we were still on track with our cycle of the past 7 years, it would be time. Right now. Let baby number 6 roll.

One Deutsch child has never celebrated their first birthday without his or her blissful parents knowing another was coming along.

My. Poor. Aching. Heart.

This momma is singing a sad baby song, yet again. I know it's for the best. We are parents to some non-baby children we have yet to meet on a continent with immense need.

I also know you've got to be tired of hearing about it. It's awfully hard for me to stop. I still mourn the end of my baby days. I love myself some baby. Yes, yes, yes I do.
How about this chocolate faced one? He even does laundry.