My mom keeps hinting at the idea of the fiance and I producing a grandchild for her once we are married. Yikes. I don't know, I like kids and all, I just can't shake the feeling that I still am a kid. The fiance and I both. We're big kids. Big kids with bills, and jobs, and adult responsibilities. Case in point:
(ouch, talk about the most unflattering photo of me ever)
I've always said never. No way. No kids, ever. I don't feel responsible enough to raise a child anytime soon. The fiance insists that once I start getting into my early thirties I'll feel like I need one. He says it's just biological. I'm not so sure I believe that.
My best friend brought her daughter over to our apartment last night for dinner. I forgot how much I missed seing her (she's four years old and insanely adorable). I told her the FH's new nickname is Nick-Knack and she loved it.
Steph to the FH- "Nick-Knack, sing with me!"
NK- "Umm.... ok"
Steph- "I like to make up songs with words that don't make any sense!"
NK- "Oh do you?"
Steph- "Yeah! Follow me. Do lah fah seee-oh duh-dohhhh!"
Nick-Knack proceeded to clear his throat then sheepishly play along. This went on for a few minutes until (as most kids do) Steph got bored and moved on to squeezing our cats.
Watching them made me think, maybe kids. Someday. Maybe. You know, when I'm done being a big kid myself...
(ten years from now)