babies

She watched as he settled down on the bed with Naya skin to skin on his chest. His hand all but covered her tiny body as he stroked her in that changeling way, bonding with her on the most elemental level. Then he purred, and Naya made a happy little sound of delight, very much a cat in her love of touch.

Why don't we have more babies, Mom? Bailey has big sisters. I wish I had a big sister.__ don't know why, Fern. I tried to have more children, but sometimes we are given something so special, so wonderful, that one is enough.

New birth, new blessings.

Oh-" I rest my back against the door to my apartment and purr as I slide down to the floor. "I need to get a tux too." "GREAT. We'll stop at the Tux Boutique tomorrow... while we're out making babies. I mean DELIVERIES. Sorry-""I'd love that. Making babies... that is...

Philip looked incredulously at the tiny bundle in Johnny__ arms. He reached out a hand tentatively, and lifted a corner of the blanket. He saw a wrinkled pink face, an open toothless mouth and a little bald head__ miniature of an aging monk.

Father has a strengthening character like the sun and mother has a soothing temper like the moon.

Parents expect only two things from their children, obedience in their childhood and respect in their adulthood.

Little kids talk about the strangest things. They really do.

Perfection only exists in babies and pastries.

As the High Priestess looked down upon the child, she was struck by her holy perfection. She was a tiny person in miniature, and her beautiful eyes, little hands, and long eyelashes were sublime.

Many of the boys and men who are regarded as immature by some females are so deemed merely because they do not want to get married someday _ or soon.

With regard to things such as independence, mental capabilities, and sexuality, a very old man is nothing but a gigantic infant with white hair and wrinkles.

It__ a good thing babies don__ give you a lot of time to think. You fall in love with them and when you realize how much they love you back, life is very simple.

Is she a good baby? People would ask me. Well, no, I'd say.That swirl of hair on the back of her head. We must have taken a thousand pictures of it.

Throughout history, the most brutal cultures have always been distinguished by maternal-infant separation.

It had been six weeks since I brought my second child, my daughter, kicking and screaming into the world. Six weeks, that magic number men everywhere look forward to and women dread.

There is a world of difference between the experienceof 'care' _ the wiping of a bottom, the bathing of a body: basicbiological obligations _ and the intimacy that makes us wantto live.

For me, this baby was the most precious thing I had ever had. He was my treasure, my joy, my world, my everything now.