baby love

new york is filled with adorable babies in strollers and walkers, climbing on subway seats and toddling through the parks. today the cutest little mini downtown boy got on the train. he was probably about four or five years old, and he was wearing a plaid fedora over curly hair, a tan jacket, tan pants and little plaid airwalk slip-ons. (clearly dressed by his dad.) he was kind of squirmy, and i think he kicked or bumped the lady next to him, because she had the sourest look on her face. i think his dad just ignored her though (which i would have done too) because she kept over-exaggeratedly rubbing her leg or ankle. some people aren't kid people, which i totally respect, but come on.

i am definitely kid people, however. i love children. and i think i might have some spring baby fever. last night i dreamt s and i had three little kids, the youngest was named owen, and i carried him around on my shoulders. a few nights ago, i dreamt i was about to give birth to a new baby (we already had a son named parker) that i wanted to name molly, but i was waiting for s to get to the hospital. parker, molly and owen, huh? still better than one of my most favorite overheards:

angry woman to friend: i have a contention with the way people pronounce my daughter's name. i did not name my daughter 'lady nasty'! i named my baby girl 'la dynasty.'

ah-ma-zing.