babies

I'm mad for babies in the abstract, not so much in reality. I love them when they go home with someone else, although that period before 10 months or so when they will sleep forever just over my heart is precious and not to be missed.

But there's something about the images here ~ click on "Recent Sessions," then "Baby Jack P's Slide Show" ~ that I find incredibly moving.

Take a look, even if you're not a big fan of children. Maybe it's the combination of the music and the images; whatever it is, it's a work of art (and this is not an advertisement) and irresistible. I've watched it three times now and it never fails to make me teary.

As an incentive, the baby's papa is . . . sweet too.

sweet!

Little Miss Paige, born just two hours ago. Seven pounds, 2 ounces, bright eyed and bushy-tailed. A girl at last after three boys, and the final (and sweet and precious) blow to my view of myself as un-grandmother-like. Everybody's now clipped and tied and there will be no more. A girl. Finally. So happy.