The weather must have taken a turn for the worse about nine months ago - everyone it seems is having babies again. Shower announcements hang in the hallways.
Photos get passed around and occasionally, so do the babies.
And, those of us who have passed this way will now dutifully rummage through the garage for the car seat or carriage or stroller or toys that are suitable for passing on, all to help the new parents. My children are older. Almost 11 and five and a half. They can dial the phone and reach me at work. They can tell me what hurts and when they are sick.