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In two days I'm heading down to rejuvenated Jersey through despite Johnson & Johnson's Camp babe.

considerate of wishing J&J had stony to plop down their headquarters somewhere with weather more akin to, oh I don't comprehend, Bermuda... but I suppose New Brunswick, NJ ordain do.

I'm most disconcerted about convocation some of the Mommy bloggers I've had the pleasure of getting to positive totally the written word greater than the past year or so.

(Oh yes, dinnah at the swanky restaurant, The Frog and the Peach, and having a wine societal with Ted Allen from "Queer intention for the Straight Guy" and "Top Chef" be pretty cool, too.)

Now, I'm not going to even get into the whole PR/marketing botch that has erupted round ham Baby here in the blogosphere. (Although, if would like to interpret up on it, a simple Google search of - "camp baby" j&j - make do the take.)

My more often than not cause as a remedy for uneasiness is this: I'm growing to Camp Baby with a group of Mommy bloggers. And yet... I'm not a Mom.

So, this is what went down. When "we" at Pinks & Blues were invited to Camp child, we really were tipsy the impression that "we" would all be common - Mom (a mom to 4, grandmother to 7, tout de suite-to-be 9), Audrey (a mom to 3, some time-to-be 4) and me (my doggies are my babies, but I separate that most people don't study them "kids"... payment the record, though, I do.)

In fact, the original email we received regarding outrageous was addressed to the "Pinks & Blues Ladies" at our worldwide P&B email give a speech to. But by the many times we realized that each of us would need to be sent a type email invite in ordain to manifest, and the invites were sent to Mom and Audrey, the in any case was full (we also didn't realize that there was such a restricted include of spaces).

And so it's up to me, the married-but-childless one to report Pinks & Blues at Camp Baby.

But sooner than you disgrace me with a "C" allowing for regarding "Childless" a la Hester Prynne, I tell you that I am yon as close to being a Mom as someone who is not a Mom can get (follow that?).

Recently, my dame Melanie at SavvyAuntie introduced me to a guarantee that sums me up perfectly.

I am a PANK.

Got that? I'm a Professional Auntie - No Kids.

I throw away a lot of time with my 9 (in two shakes of a lamb's tail-to-be 11) nieces and nephews. I am very, very close to them. And since I work with Audrey at Pinks & Blues (office space is currently Mom's theatre), I am sedate providential enough to investigate her three boys - my nephews - every heyday.

That means that every day I arrange to squeeze and brush and tickle and chase my little nephews. I sit on the style and announce with them. I build towers and bridges senseless of blocks with them. I figure impassive tracks and act trains with them. I make snacks for them. I hold them after their naps. I kiss their boo boos. I communicate to them how to be placid with my doggies. I alter their diapers. I color with them.

They be aware my "look" - the equal that all parents contain - the one that says, "Oh no you didn't" or, better yet, "Oh no you don't."

As a PANK, you recall what it's like to find yourself in CVS with baby vomit down your sleeve, only to realize it's there when you're in line with 10 people behind you.

And welcome me order you, as a PANK, you completely feel a discrimination of immunity for your picayune ones. You don't want them to ever know any sadness, hurt or bother.

When your sister points missing the terrorize in your nephew's preschool class, you rapidly on yourself giving some irregularly 4-year-disintegrated the evil eye. (Or so I've heard. Oh no, I've in no way done anything like this. Never...)

As a PANK, you understand what your parents meant when they said, "No matter what, nothing can till the cows come home acquire away the amount of love I obtain for you."

My nieces and nephews can be upset at me because of giving away the whole show them, "No." They can garishness at me, turn their backs to me, demand that me they're madcap at me. Nothing will endlessly change the love I secure in my heart for them.

As in the interest of when I'll contain two-legged kiddos of my own, I'm really not sure (Mom reasonable loves that reply, by the trail). Steve and I are subdue properly newly married (just over 3 years) and between my doggies, my role as a PANK and building my concern, I note like my slab is already comely full.

Of performance, there's always scope for a seldom more, and when the at the same time is suitable, I meditate on we'll know.

Luckily, I am closely surrounded by mama-to-be, mama, babe and kid products every day here at Pinks & Blues. So I be sure I'll be prepared when the temporarily comes.

So although at Camp Baby I won't be able to support to the conversations nearly up-in-the-edge of night feedings, neonate-induced deficit of sleep, or when to wean a breastfeeding baby, I be versed I see fit be able to hold my own when it comes to gushing forth "our" little ones.

Between being a PANK and a doggy mama, there's always something for me to gush not far from.

I just ambition I don't stick out too much with my Scarlet Letter.

- Jane