I wasn’t ready for this. The day she came in and told me, about her being pregnant, I think I died slightly. We were young, we were stupid, neither of us were ready for this. Despite my fear, I stood beside her, held her hand through the entire thing. now, I couldn’t be happier. My baby, my infant, my ballerina. I love her more than anything, except for her mother of course.
alley
Infants are cute and all. Not so much my cup of tea. I like dead baby jokes though. Infantile, I know. How ironic.
molyq
i think i like infants. it’s a pretty cool word too.
Kim
ten little fingers
and
ten little toes.
that’s the way every baby goes.
Liz
that day when she was born in the storm, crawled out of me and looked up at the sky, she was inexpressibly beautiful. the world hasn’t been the same since. and it’s hard to imagine that now, she’s the same little being packed into this skin of a five year old, with bouncy ponytails and cheeky smiles and plenty of things to worry about.
erin
twin babies! went to lower haight and visited a friends’ nephews, a cute set of dancing twin babies…watching their musical inclinations burgeon is great…responding to light drumbeats or flowy guitar sounds until they could walk and walk they did, right up to my friend playing a special twins 1st birthday song, put their hands on the guit-box and start shuckin and jivin!
foxtail
I wrapped Daisy in her blanket. It was snowing heavily outside, and I didn’t want the cold causing my baby discomfort. I smiled as her little fists curled tightly in sleep, her delicate eyelashes fluttering with the mysterious dreams of an infant.
Brigitte
I can still remember some things that happened when I was a little child. How naive were those time! There was a tall man, my mom’s friend, who asked me how old I was. I was 3, and too shy to answer. But even though I was shy, my hand make the gesture for “3” behind my back. Now I’m almost 22. How I remember is beyond me.
Annie
She was so small. I held her in my arms and I felt an overwhelming amount of emotions sweep over me. Her tiny hand reached out and she took my pinky in her fist and squeezed ever so gently. I wasn’t sure if I really wanted to be a father and if I was ready but after feeling that I knew that it was time. She completes me.
Pandles
she chucked the infant out of the window and watched her bounce, bounce, bounce down the road. It gave her great pleasure to see the look of horror on the onlookers’ faces, and their disgust as they realised it was just a tiny mannequin…
Alex
my doll of porcaline… she is my world, sitting there on her shelf with the rest of my… children. i love how her smile never fades and her laughter can be herd from the pull of a string. i love my baby, my child, the Infant. i love her, i love her, i love her, i love her.
[Marisa]
a baby.
innocent.
unknowing.
forgivable.
neglected.
forgotten.
abused.
mistake.
accident.
hole in a condom.
Sean
you are still a child in my eyes.
but so am i.
fdot
so innocent, pure, and resilient
she sees,smells, taste everything for the first time,
it’s like watching the purest moment come alive.
i love watching her live in her moment
Elise
Infant,I guess they could caLl you. And the music sounds softly, expectantly… what are we waiting for? She’s already dressed in white.
Edna Paulet
He was just an infant, trying to run away from an ant in the garden. It was early morning, and the sun was not shinning at all. It was not supposed to be a nice day, I could feel that. So, what the hell was that boy crying out loud?
RCH
Soft, cuddly, smelling faintly of mothers milk and talcum powder. Soft mewing sounds escape from the cradle. Loving, gentle, dependent.
Bronners
he clutched my hand
with his wrinkled one
he weezed his last wish
into my ear
so open to anything he asked
all he wanted though
was to hold my baby girl
and his grand daughter
one last time
mb
I wish I was an infant again. Then I could start afresh and perhaps not collect the baggage that I now have. I guess it would be different baggage if I were an infant now – times have changed, parenting has changed – I would be different as a child born in the year 2008. I wish I could reprogram my brain and start afresh – just take each experience for what it is, not what I think it represents. Aaaaaaaaaaagh !!!
Betty
I wish I was an infant again. Then I could start afresh and perhaps not collect the baggage that I now have. I guess it would be different baggage if I were an infant now – times have changed, parenting has changed – I would be different as a child born in the year 2008. I wish I could reprogram my brain and start afresh – just take each experience for what it is, not what I think it represents. Aaaaaaaaaaagh !!!
Betty
infants are small. i used to be one, as a matter of fact. i think i was good at being one as well. lately iv’e wanted an infant;not my own but just to hold one in my arms. sometimes i try to remember my infancy. but i find it very hard.
Susanna
my cousin just had a baby. it didn’t come out looking like a newborn. seriously, newborns are typically wrinkled and stressed looking. this child came out looking like an adorable infant.absolutely perfect. and i’m not just saying that because he’s family. promise ;)
andrea
soft, loving. pure. no emotion, no sadness or fear, no anger. just love. smells like abby powder, something i want to have someday. what makes the world go round. love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love.
danielle
I took to an infant back in 0’5 when the pickins were powerful slim. Rosey cheeks and an infectious smile first pulled me in.
Adam
i need to listen in. are you breathing? can you see the sun? do you feel it between your toes? i don’t know you, and there is nothing i don’t really know.
L
yes I am and a birthday
one that claims I have been around for 18 years won’t change that
when I go through busy crowds or past boys that I admire I have to learn how to walk again
liz
God, I’ve always hated children. Not in the cliche, young adult male terrified of responsibility way, but always. Even as a child I hated children. I don’t know if I’m a person who esteems peace and quiet or whether the old man within me has always shown through.
Dan
like an infant crying out for its mother, i cry for you. although wrapped in blankets and people who love me, its not enough without you.
B
To be an infant again, ah. To enjoy the sweet innocence of seeing everything for the first time. How I love to borrow that joy from young children. To renew perspective and shed apathy . Ah, to be an infant again.
Sherry Levin
Infant…
Infinite
Infinite possibilities
Infinite possibilities to
Infinite possibilitites to infants
Possibilities to infants
To infants
Infants
Infant
Blake G.
when i saw her i was speechless, actually scared. is it because an infant is something i want so badly? yeah. then i guess it means i’m not truly happy for you. i’m sorry.
natalie schwem
Infant – When I grow up I want to be an Outfant
Ok – Hard to think of something clever
I think kids are pretty cool though – the way they can wrap you around thier finger when they are only a few days old
Andrew
I have seen my infant pictures. I was born with thick dark hair. I remember my nephew’s infant pictures and him wearing a homemade outfit. To think that Cameron is today taking his Bar exam.
chrisy
He was acting like an infant, and I was tired of telling him what to do. So I left. What’s it like when you leave an infant alone for an extended period of time? Not good. When I got back the place was a dump. A dirty, unorganized, putrid dump.
danielle
The other day i was at work when this beautiful infant swas giving me a look that would knock down a Bully Man. The eyes had me in a trance of happiness. It took me back to a stage of being and stillness, love at its truest form, freshness, closer to perfection, Godly, Holy, mentally untouched by advertisement.
Shreddric
I can remember it like it was just yesterday. Laying there on my back, staring up at the toys dangling over my head. Life was simple then. So simple I wish my body had never grown. I’m sure I’ll think the same thing once I have my own someday.
Betsy Sharp
so loud it wailed
when the news came in
like a first responder vehicle
like a child
an infant wailing in outrage
clvngodess
His little eyes open slowly. Taking in the light, the colours. What the hell is going on. His little mind can’t quite take it in. He lets out a scream. a loud piercing scream. no one understands. what can he do?????
clare
So innocent. I just want to carry you. Because I know that’s all it takes to make you happy. You just want contact. You just want warmth. I’ll keep you warm. Don’t worry. You’ll be safe in my arms. I’ll hold you for as long as you need me to. Don’t worry.
Kazi Awal
Babies. I like the act of making them, but I sure don’t want to have one now. Im not ready for one. I love kids, but there is no way that I could support a child at this point in my life. I feel bad for all the teenagers that end up having kids at such a young age.
I wasn’t ready for this. The day she came in and told me, about her being pregnant, I think I died slightly. We were young, we were stupid, neither of us were ready for this. Despite my fear, I stood beside her, held her hand through the entire thing. now, I couldn’t be happier. My baby, my infant, my ballerina. I love her more than anything, except for her mother of course.
Infants are cute and all. Not so much my cup of tea. I like dead baby jokes though. Infantile, I know. How ironic.
i think i like infants. it’s a pretty cool word too.
ten little fingers
and
ten little toes.
that’s the way every baby goes.
that day when she was born in the storm, crawled out of me and looked up at the sky, she was inexpressibly beautiful. the world hasn’t been the same since. and it’s hard to imagine that now, she’s the same little being packed into this skin of a five year old, with bouncy ponytails and cheeky smiles and plenty of things to worry about.
twin babies! went to lower haight and visited a friends’ nephews, a cute set of dancing twin babies…watching their musical inclinations burgeon is great…responding to light drumbeats or flowy guitar sounds until they could walk and walk they did, right up to my friend playing a special twins 1st birthday song, put their hands on the guit-box and start shuckin and jivin!
I wrapped Daisy in her blanket. It was snowing heavily outside, and I didn’t want the cold causing my baby discomfort. I smiled as her little fists curled tightly in sleep, her delicate eyelashes fluttering with the mysterious dreams of an infant.
I can still remember some things that happened when I was a little child. How naive were those time! There was a tall man, my mom’s friend, who asked me how old I was. I was 3, and too shy to answer. But even though I was shy, my hand make the gesture for “3” behind my back. Now I’m almost 22. How I remember is beyond me.
She was so small. I held her in my arms and I felt an overwhelming amount of emotions sweep over me. Her tiny hand reached out and she took my pinky in her fist and squeezed ever so gently. I wasn’t sure if I really wanted to be a father and if I was ready but after feeling that I knew that it was time. She completes me.
she chucked the infant out of the window and watched her bounce, bounce, bounce down the road. It gave her great pleasure to see the look of horror on the onlookers’ faces, and their disgust as they realised it was just a tiny mannequin…
my doll of porcaline… she is my world, sitting there on her shelf with the rest of my… children. i love how her smile never fades and her laughter can be herd from the pull of a string. i love my baby, my child, the Infant. i love her, i love her, i love her, i love her.
a baby.
innocent.
unknowing.
forgivable.
neglected.
forgotten.
abused.
mistake.
accident.
hole in a condom.
you are still a child in my eyes.
but so am i.
so innocent, pure, and resilient
she sees,smells, taste everything for the first time,
it’s like watching the purest moment come alive.
i love watching her live in her moment
Infant,I guess they could caLl you. And the music sounds softly, expectantly… what are we waiting for? She’s already dressed in white.
He was just an infant, trying to run away from an ant in the garden. It was early morning, and the sun was not shinning at all. It was not supposed to be a nice day, I could feel that. So, what the hell was that boy crying out loud?
Soft, cuddly, smelling faintly of mothers milk and talcum powder. Soft mewing sounds escape from the cradle. Loving, gentle, dependent.
he clutched my hand
with his wrinkled one
he weezed his last wish
into my ear
so open to anything he asked
all he wanted though
was to hold my baby girl
and his grand daughter
one last time
I wish I was an infant again. Then I could start afresh and perhaps not collect the baggage that I now have. I guess it would be different baggage if I were an infant now – times have changed, parenting has changed – I would be different as a child born in the year 2008. I wish I could reprogram my brain and start afresh – just take each experience for what it is, not what I think it represents. Aaaaaaaaaaagh !!!
I wish I was an infant again. Then I could start afresh and perhaps not collect the baggage that I now have. I guess it would be different baggage if I were an infant now – times have changed, parenting has changed – I would be different as a child born in the year 2008. I wish I could reprogram my brain and start afresh – just take each experience for what it is, not what I think it represents. Aaaaaaaaaaagh !!!
infants are small. i used to be one, as a matter of fact. i think i was good at being one as well. lately iv’e wanted an infant;not my own but just to hold one in my arms. sometimes i try to remember my infancy. but i find it very hard.
my cousin just had a baby. it didn’t come out looking like a newborn. seriously, newborns are typically wrinkled and stressed looking. this child came out looking like an adorable infant.absolutely perfect. and i’m not just saying that because he’s family. promise ;)
soft, loving. pure. no emotion, no sadness or fear, no anger. just love. smells like abby powder, something i want to have someday. what makes the world go round. love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love.
I took to an infant back in 0’5 when the pickins were powerful slim. Rosey cheeks and an infectious smile first pulled me in.
i need to listen in. are you breathing? can you see the sun? do you feel it between your toes? i don’t know you, and there is nothing i don’t really know.
yes I am and a birthday
one that claims I have been around for 18 years won’t change that
when I go through busy crowds or past boys that I admire I have to learn how to walk again
God, I’ve always hated children. Not in the cliche, young adult male terrified of responsibility way, but always. Even as a child I hated children. I don’t know if I’m a person who esteems peace and quiet or whether the old man within me has always shown through.
like an infant crying out for its mother, i cry for you. although wrapped in blankets and people who love me, its not enough without you.
To be an infant again, ah. To enjoy the sweet innocence of seeing everything for the first time. How I love to borrow that joy from young children. To renew perspective and shed apathy . Ah, to be an infant again.
Infant…
Infinite
Infinite possibilities
Infinite possibilities to
Infinite possibilitites to infants
Possibilities to infants
To infants
Infants
Infant
when i saw her i was speechless, actually scared. is it because an infant is something i want so badly? yeah. then i guess it means i’m not truly happy for you. i’m sorry.
Infant – When I grow up I want to be an Outfant
Ok – Hard to think of something clever
I think kids are pretty cool though – the way they can wrap you around thier finger when they are only a few days old
I have seen my infant pictures. I was born with thick dark hair. I remember my nephew’s infant pictures and him wearing a homemade outfit. To think that Cameron is today taking his Bar exam.
He was acting like an infant, and I was tired of telling him what to do. So I left. What’s it like when you leave an infant alone for an extended period of time? Not good. When I got back the place was a dump. A dirty, unorganized, putrid dump.
The other day i was at work when this beautiful infant swas giving me a look that would knock down a Bully Man. The eyes had me in a trance of happiness. It took me back to a stage of being and stillness, love at its truest form, freshness, closer to perfection, Godly, Holy, mentally untouched by advertisement.
I can remember it like it was just yesterday. Laying there on my back, staring up at the toys dangling over my head. Life was simple then. So simple I wish my body had never grown. I’m sure I’ll think the same thing once I have my own someday.
so loud it wailed
when the news came in
like a first responder vehicle
like a child
an infant wailing in outrage
His little eyes open slowly. Taking in the light, the colours. What the hell is going on. His little mind can’t quite take it in. He lets out a scream. a loud piercing scream. no one understands. what can he do?????
So innocent. I just want to carry you. Because I know that’s all it takes to make you happy. You just want contact. You just want warmth. I’ll keep you warm. Don’t worry. You’ll be safe in my arms. I’ll hold you for as long as you need me to. Don’t worry.
Babies. I like the act of making them, but I sure don’t want to have one now. Im not ready for one. I love kids, but there is no way that I could support a child at this point in my life. I feel bad for all the teenagers that end up having kids at such a young age.