I bloody love babies, so damn nice and fairly quiet. The newborn stage was a piece of piss, I say that now but dd1 woke up on the hour every hour, dd2 was a dream, the dt's, well... aye a piece of piss 
Dd1 is now almost 11 and such a stroppy wee twunt most of the time. It settled a bit when her periods started, but now we've got the monthly fucking demon child visiting. She's utterly smart as though and I love a good chat with her.
Dd2 is 9 in a couple weeks and chats shit just for the sake of chatting shit. As do her friends. Bursts my head. I went on a school trip with them yesterday and had such fun, I felt young again 
I'd say I like the toddler/preschool age, but I look after a friends dc's every week, these 2 and 3 year olds are horrendous. Spoilt, bitey, scratchy little horrors. But oh so sweet and damn funny when not being violent to each other.
My dt's are 5 and them and their friends utterly crack me up. The uncertainty but damn sure attitude crack me up.
I've decided, I don't want teens. What can I do?
I do love a baby though...