Those permanently clutched fists that you can pry open at any given time to find inexplicable clumps of fluff.
When awake, babies never stop moving. Especially their legs which go round and round pedalling imaginary bicycles.
They make so many wet nappies. Not the most welcome rediscovery.
Their fingernails are like paper.
The smell of their milky breathe and how much I love it for some indescribable reason.
How lonely your tummy feels, it was uncomfortable at times but lovely it felt having a little tummy pal with you everywhere you went.
The fact that you don't care about the washing when you get the urge to put a fourth tiny outfit on them that day.
What peaceful company they are when they're contented in the afternoons.
How special you feel when they're in a relatives arms and their head whips around at the sound of your voice.