Out, Damn’d Clock!
We watched as the dad carried his infant daughter toward the swings. He carried her face forward so that she could see the world, and her legs kicked and she gurgled enthusiastically as the swings came into sight. IP and I were silent at our bench as the dad sat down on the swing, babe in arms, and pushed off with his legs. The baby again gurgled, chewing on her fingers.
After a couple of minutes, the dad got up and placed his daughter in a baby swing. He pulled her up a bit, then let her go. Her legs went into overdrive and her cooing was adorable. IP and I both laughed while the father smiled, taking in his little girl. A few pushes later, the dad stopped the swing and scooped up his baby, facing her forward again so that she could see other things that beautiful, bright, and sunny Friday afternoon.
IP and I looked at each other. “Baby envy,” IP said.
I nodded, my desire for a cute kid of my own battling my fear of having one fiercely, knowing IP was experiencing the same feeling. “Serious baby envy.”
Yeah, and that baby this morning.
And the sock in the laundry room.
Waaaaaay too many babies in our community!