I've been a bit preoccupied lately with my overt ...dislike of small children. Not VERY small children; I still think babies are pretty cute and cuddly most of the time, which keeps me enjoying my job. BUT, with kids older than, like, 1, I'm usually just struck by how annoying I find them. For example, the awesome little girl sitting near us in the theater today, who at every random ad for "turn off your cell phones," or cars, or even the video/sound spots, would go "Is that a movie? Is it out yet?" So much fun. /eyeroll
But then tonight, Isabelle calls to wish me a happy birthday, and I instantly melt into a warm puddle of lovey goo. That child could NOT be cuter. And yet, I'm sure there's someone out there who rolls their eyes at her, too (hard to believe, but I'm trying to be realistic, here). It reminds me that I won't feel the same way about my children as I do about random kids off the street. And that's comforting. We may yet procreate. Eventually.