how could anyone not like babies?(ozaveshe) they are the epitome life, they give meaning to new beginnings, to innocence and pure joy, a breath of fresh air to life that has grown sour and croaky from the trials of the world.
we take care of them, watch that they dont fall or put stuff in their mouth, clean em' up when they mess themselves up, put them to sleep and teach them new things and help guide them when they take their first steps...thats what the world should be about, helping each other when we are at a point of helplessness and basically just looking out for each other.
they are simply adorable, even the simple and not so pleasant act of changing diapers could be..well..smelly but simply unpleasantly pleasant, the way they look at you and smile while you do they dirty job for them.
i've cleaned fevered heads, rubbed teething powders, cried at their first day in school(even more than them, thats if they cried at all), done a chicken dance at their first steps...smiled when people complimented me on 'my kids' and asked how i kept my figure after the two...lol, i am their surrogate mother, sometimes i feel i actually carried em' in me :)
my nieces, the reason for my seasons of 'bright and sunny' days, they are babies after my own heart,God's apology for taking dad away, although they've grown a bit beyond the diaper changing phase(thank God),5 and 3 yrs they are still at a place of innocence which is so enchanting, from their curiosity and laughter and joy at discovering new things, the unanswerable questions of 'why do you love me so much" when i hug for more than a minute and keep kissing em',with em' laughter is a daily dose of vitamin, constant and flowing. when i cry, they come around me and like grown ups, hold me and tap my back, or like steph did once, pulled her socks so she could clean my tears with it when she couldn't find an alternative. or gaby who would creep into bed with me when i have a cramp and her three year old self would hold me and kiss my tummy like i kiss her hurt spots, just so i can feel better...
i love being with them, just driving around while they go crazy over songs on the radio 'who's the koko' or 'why me o"(i know PG tunes)...or 'african queen" and crack up when they say '2 eyes' in their attempt at stand up comedy...their idea of a joke is calling 2face 2eyes...or marvin gayes 'uhh baby'; come to think of it do they know any nursery rhymes?..lol'
once,i was driving while we sang along and danced to pussycat dolls 'dont cha' when steph and i had this conversation:
steph: baby aunty FQ(yeap, they call me their baby)
baby aunty FQ: yes swee
steph: whos your husband?(shes told me lots of uncles are good uncles cos they've tried to lure their way into my heart thru them)
baby aunty FQ: i dont have a husband(thinking it was over i screamed 'dont cha' at her...the part in the song where we all get hyper active)
steph: why?(she wasnt through with me apparently)
baby aunty FQ: cos i cant find one i like.
steph: should i look for one for you?(her face looked so serious)
baby aunty FQ: sure darling
after a moment of silence from her
steph: is it a lighter one or a darker one? i almost crashed into the car in front of me...(see me see trouble, my four year old niece is trying to find me a husband, how pathetic, but then i shouldnt be scared cos the babies love fine bobos, the way they flock around cute dudes that show up in the house, i'm covered in the cute department if they go a-hunting for me)
baby auntyFQ: eh?...(trying to be sure i heard well. i sure did cos she repeated same question)i thought about it for a while, then i heard her lil' sis gaby who was two at the time giggling behind and asking if my husband would kiss me(kids..sigh)but i didnt get to answer her question tho...come to think of it i dont think i know if i want a lighter one or a darker one.
...just as i turned into the mall i realised what a mistake i had made cos my steph and gaby like children do, might just stop a cute stranger standing with his wife/girlfriend and embarass me. thankGod for little mercies they were more interested in getting pizza than my lack of a kissing patner.
they are my best friends..hell i wake up early in the morning so i can watch episodes of balamory, big cook, little cook,teletubbies and their favorite programs (and embarrassingly mine too). i fight with them, struggle for ice cream and oreos with em, play pretend(afterall thats what i like)...
they are my fashion consultants, when i'm parading in different outfits trying to figure out what fits best...they just say "wear the blue dress" and without thinkking twice, i wear the blue one" or when they give compliments like 'u look like chewing gum...strawberry..purple chocolate(they identify some things with colour)'..i know i look absolutely gorgeous
they are beauties and love to be in pictures, stephy loves james blunts "u're beautiful" and she'd walk into a room,stare in the mirror, half of my lipgloss poured on her lips and that of her sisters, eye shadows and blushes patched all over their faces singing "i'm beautiful..."
they moved temporarily to london this year, i was heart broken ...they cried some days before they left(and got in the groove of the trip later), somehow they understood it wasnt the usual holiday trip,new schools and all,so we said i love you's and i'll miss you's and i promised them i'll call them everyday, but steph replies in a near hysterical voice "but how can i know what you're wearing?" now that tore me up cos i realized speaking with them everyday can never make up for holding and kissing them... so each time i call i always have to say what i'm wearing and they try their best to describe what they wear "my pink dress with little daisies and a pony and..."all the details...and i cant just say "i'm in my pink nighty" cos they ask "is it the one with twinkle twinkle little stars? is your hair long today, is it touching your bumbum?'(i love long braids sometimes)...bla bla bla
they're coming home on the 8th of december. i'm doing a countdown, cant wait to have them creep bug baby aunty FQ.