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I usually like kids just fine. I make faces at infants, try to play with toddlers (when I can understand what they want to play), and have been camp counselor to school-aged kids. I babysat. Kids and I usually get along.

But there's that question: "Do you want to hold the baby?" Um... do you want me to? I don't object to holding the baby. If it'll make you happy, or if you just need a hand, I'll hold the baby. But actually no, I do not myself long to hold the baby.

Until last Friday, apparently. Strangest damn thing, like somebody flipped a switch. He's always been a cute li'l guy and a very sweet-tempered baby, but all of a sudden OMG teh most precious thing EVAR!! And the little observer voice in my head is all, "WTF? Yes, a baby, you've seen these before. Are... are you sure you should be letting him put his hand in your mouth so you can pretend to bite it? I mean, he looks a little drippy and might be sick." Ooooh, but look, he smiles so big when I make the growly noise at him!

Can I say again, strangest damn thing? I knew my body would be changing, but my brain, too?

In other "kicking in" news, the Dear Spouse got to feel Spud kicking for the first time this morning.
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