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Babies are kind of weird.

Sure, they're cute and cuddly and squishy, but they're weird, too. Tonight, I was staring at Klara thinking, "You're a pint-sized person, and that's a little bizarre."

Sometimes, when I hold my mini-human, I'm overcome by the strangeness and the beauty of nurturing her into a full-sized human.

Most of the time, though, it's just the beauty that overwhelms me.