Sometimes I wonder how babies survived without all the fancy gizmos we have today: such as bean bag chairs. On a lighter note, I wonder a lot about degrees of consciousness and cognition.

In the past, the only babies I saw in person were the wild gangs of babies who roamed south charlotte and hung out at the local korova milk bar. Needless to say, it's been nice to meet more domestic babies with personal connections. It's almost been a downright baby-explosion this past year...which is fine by me. Cycle of life is an overrated phrase, but the word uncle is not.