More babies

So, major highlight of my week: I got to play with Hajera's nephew Zaid for a few hours last night. I helped him wipe the ricotta off his lasagne noodles, flew him around the dining room, slid him across the hardwood floors, got him to sit quietly on my lap when he was running around and screaming with this noise-making toy, played trains, tickled him senseless, you know, fun stuff. The girls were also impressed with my nonchallant diaper changing skills. I've still got it.

Is it uncool for someone my age to admit that they adore little kids? I think the rule is that you're not supposed to mention it until like the third year of marriage. Which, unfortunately for me, appears to be a long way off.