September 9, 2010
Being a baby is a pretty sweet gig— so sweet, in fact, that this article highlights 24 of the best perks that come along with being a baby. However, as the old saying goes, the grass is always greener on the other side. Here’s Alessia, baby daughter of Jim of Busy Dad Blog, giving us her take on the things she can’t wait to grow up and do! Oh parents… I know my daily routine of “eat, sleep, poop” sounds like something from your wildest vacation dreams; and I will never take that away from you. It’s pretty awesome, I’ll admit. But for every free chauffeured ride I get to take in the car, there are all the times I gotta sit and watch dad indulge in hot wings while I curse not having the teeth or intestinal fortitude to do the same. Looking at an inflatable Corona bottle swaying to the breeze of a ceiling fan for 90 minutes is overrated, just so you know. To be fair, this article does expose the awesome side of being a baby. Especially the fact that I can do no wrong. I poop, you love. I cry, you love. I puke on your shoulder, you love. Wait - ” #$%^## ” means “I love you, you are soooo cute,” right? I’ll assume yes. But let’s be fair. There are also things that I would pay a million dollars (of your money, of course) or hit fast forward to be able to do right now. Being a cute, adorable baby isn’t all fun and games, you know. Examples? Ice cream and bacon. I can’t have them. Curse you, grown-ups! Or invent bacon-flavored formula. Why do you think I cry at 4am? I can’t spell yet. Which means I can’t be on Twitter. Oh, the things I could say. And the followers I’d have. Yes, I can poop anytime and anywhere I want. But guess what? I have to carry it with me until you finish watching that episode of The Office. Lullabies… ok, I get it. They relax me and help me fall asleep. But seriously, there’s only so much glockenspiel a girl can take. For once, I’d like to rock out to something I can crank to eleven. I can go on and on, but I won’t belabor the point. You grown ups have it good. Now please excuse me. I have to poop. And you have to clean it up. And while you’re at it, can you walk me around the house and sing to me for 45 minutes? There is indeed balance in the Force. (via Shine)

Being a baby is a pretty sweet gig— so sweet, in fact, that this article highlights 24 of the best perks that come along with being a baby. However, as the old saying goes, the grass is always greener on the other side. Here’s Alessia, baby daughter of Jim of Busy Dad Blog, giving us her take on the things she can’t wait to grow up and do!

Oh parents… I know my daily routine of “eat, sleep, poop” sounds like something from your wildest vacation dreams; and I will never take that away from you. It’s pretty awesome, I’ll admit. But for every free chauffeured ride I get to take in the car, there are all the times I gotta sit and watch dad indulge in hot wings while I curse not having the teeth or intestinal fortitude to do the same. Looking at an inflatable Corona bottle swaying to the breeze of a ceiling fan for 90 minutes is overrated, just so you know.

To be fair, this article does expose the awesome side of being a baby. Especially the fact that I can do no wrong. I poop, you love. I cry, you love. I puke on your shoulder, you love. Wait - ” #$%^## ” means “I love you, you are soooo cute,” right? I’ll assume yes.

But let’s be fair. There are also things that I would pay a million dollars (of your money, of course) or hit fast forward to be able to do right now. Being a cute, adorable baby isn’t all fun and games, you know. Examples?

  • Ice cream and bacon. I can’t have them. Curse you, grown-ups! Or invent bacon-flavored formula. Why do you think I cry at 4am?
  • I can’t spell yet. Which means I can’t be on Twitter. Oh, the things I could say. And the followers I’d have.
  • Yes, I can poop anytime and anywhere I want. But guess what? I have to carry it with me until you finish watching that episode of The Office.
  • Lullabies… ok, I get it. They relax me and help me fall asleep. But seriously, there’s only so much glockenspiel a girl can take. For once, I’d like to rock out to something I can crank to eleven.

I can go on and on, but I won’t belabor the point. You grown ups have it good. Now please excuse me. I have to poop. And you have to clean it up. And while you’re at it, can you walk me around the house and sing to me for 45 minutes? There is indeed balance in the Force.

(via Shine)

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