But my biggest revelation from the week is...
I'm jealous of my baby.
Yep. She has it made. She can have her cake... and eat it, too.
Why Being a Baby is THE Life Stage of ALL Life Stages
You get to be carried around.. either in the arms of a loved one, or a stroller that unfortunately, is too small for adults. If sat on the ground and reached up my arms at hubster, I would not receive the same results.
Literally, your every demand is met. Hungry? Shed a tear and you shall be fed. Want a new diaper? Just stink up the room. Tired? Wail until someone picks you up, rocks you to sleep, and lays you in a bed full of stuffed animals and ridiculously soft blankets. Where is my blanket made of organic alpaca fur imported from Peru?
You look adorable making any kind of face.
|When adults do this... it goes viral, and not in a good way.|
People do not get mad at you. They go out of their way to make you happy. In fact, they even give you jewelry. And watch you chew on it. If I did this, I would be admitted.
People spend hours... and hours... and insane amounts of energy trying to make you giggle.
You have one job, and one job only. Play.
|life. is. rough.|
You are completely perfect, even in hideous floppy hats that protect your perfect skin from the hot sun.
You are supposed to get fat. Your rolls are "cute". If you are not chubby, people worry.
You are naturally made with skin that is pore-free, smooth, and blemish-free. And your mouth looks naturally glossed thanks to a bit of drool.
|I mean really...|
You have nicer wardrobes than your parents.
You can get as dirty as you want, and then receive a bath in perfectly temperate water.