baby on the brain

I wouldn't necessarily describe myself as maternal.  I really don't know what to do with little kids.  The husband has impressed me with his ability to make small talk and keep the interest of a small child. Despite my apparent lack of maternal instinct, I kinda want a baby.  If I were to dig a little deeper, maybe what I really want is a project... someone to shop for, a room to decorate, different types of books to read, deadlines to meet, a party to plan, someone to keep me company, and finally a free pass to not give a flip about what goes into my mouth for at least 9 months.

As I was waiting for my morning bagel at Dunkin Donuts earlier this week, the woman behind me had an arm tattoo with the name Monet scrawled across her arm.  I stared at it for awhile and wondered if it would make a good baby name.  I like the alliteration it would create with my last name, but I can't get the image of my daughter swinging upside down on a stainless steel pole in her underwear out of my head.  So maybe that name won't make it onto The List, but that's ok there are many more already on there.

In a few more years, when I've hopefully outgrown the desire to buy expensive handbags and J.Crew jewelry, I look forward to having a little mini me to share my life with.  I just hope my kid is as cool as this kid...

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Or this kid...

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Or this kid...

from @paulpierce34's twitter